Purge the urge to hit back
When maturity suggests you let go
Of chances and glances to hack
Into sentimental systems and scenarios you'd better forgo.
Purge the urge to settle scores
When humility suggests you let her stew in her own juice
If she chooses to chide her own social cores
As you move on to sanitize your solace sluice.
Purge the urge to rub salt into injuries
When decorum demands you heal her broken honour
Which in no way vindicates vicissitude vagaries
Steeped and whipped into drivel dishonor.
Purge the urge to challenge children
When etiquette suggests you tender abject apologies
For misdemeanor that bruises your brethren
As you and your coterie sap in vain your synergies.
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