Guilt be gone! What's your gripe
With me anyhow?
The least of Earth's annoyance!
Buddha; beneath bough!
For what's kept, and as hushed
Roomed for thought alone
As far, unconforming with
From whom souless groan.
Ah! That's it. Live not as
I'm expected to.
Duty's shock-moralist.
Deceitful fiend, you!
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