A word of praise for you dies on my lips
Before I give birth to a despicable lie
Words better left unspoken, a mere token
Another phrase with soft sarcastic drips
I swallow quickly and quietly with subtlety
Not unlike the loud and nasty quips
You have flung at me from time to time
And I was supposed to overlook your snips
Lest I upset you I swallowed many a reply
A mere token, words better unspoken
Time comes when I will have better scripts
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