Reaching the benchmark was easy
I trangress, excelled at the art
Was rehearsed in transgression
Prepared from birth one may say.
It was peddled, bartered
A fueled transaction from one crazed
Manic woman to another
In a spell of zealous, jealous stupor.
I consistently misbehave
A leakage of ruinous badness
Because I can, because I know no other,
Because I want to?
I carry the yardstick high above my head
And shoulder the weight well,
Vehemence, vigour eclipses all
Intensifies and escalates to a thunderous roar of outrage.
A yearning, a desire
To covet the truth
A culmination of attitudes and hatred
A denouement, ending, climax of rage!
I transgress with reluctance
Occasionally,
As what was learned is
Difficult to unlearn
No matter how learned
One may become.
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