The stink of your ego is gross
i can feel it growing now
this simple gesture can
and forever will destroy
it bugs me to much, how
no matter how hard i try
i only make slow progress
Frolicking softly inside my mind
i spot the cure for it all
then i come to find
its extinct to the fall
Sometimes i wish it
and know i cant have
burning like most nothing
but the love for a woman
not just any, but her
second to that is it
you take it mercilessly
Similar situations arise
where i find myself blind
realizing that its my prize
the devils black book i signed
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