With what had you strangled
Even in polite company
Wrangling your spirit
Put away in a stall
No wit or fight
Dimly held refraining felt
Bottled within
Time recycles and purifies
Babysitting your karma
Until it rounded out its score
That is that but now no more.
Now stay free and don't invest
Step by step you won't ingest
The prescribed risk
Only this will save you disks
Lighter still and off you're whisked.
Kelly Voelker
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