So this Drama and Private Theatres pour
Breach Society for its Terms insane
Which from Hopeful Years cried Hassles before
And Deny your Openness to this Game
That Souls plead your Answers bare on the Core
Though Sore will such Honest Results become
At least, Freedom for your Fannies take Fore
More so by Men their Softened Saddles be Numb
Kindly Think first before your Plaster cast
The Verser struggling this Constricting Heart
His Nature to Enlight as Elders did past
My Turn to Improve keep your Shingles a-part.
So the only Way that Direction take
Leave with Lightness then Devotion forsake.
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