I try my best to practice what I preach,
Or else I would be seen as Captain Vain,
And many times I did indeed abstain;
For old times' sake—or not—or but outreach:
You giving seemed while you were such a leech,
And drained I was when we were down the drain;
In this attempt to fill myself again:
I noticed how your teachings had a breach!
How many sinners claim to martyrs be,
Or saints transgressing trying to belong,
Or heartless lovers hardly holding love! —
The longer yet you live the more you see.—
Content I am now that it all went wrong,
While I'm still not the man I make fun of.
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