You had to know the other side
to see that from which you came.
To contradict a vital trick
and humbly live again.
This doesn't happen once or twice
but constantly and more.
New people met and old friends kept
revolving, straight up, floored.
You can take my vaults of money
and fuck yourself a right.
You'll still wake up with vengeful cuts
resounding, wound up, tight.
And I will never know the taste
presented by your bounty.
Nor comprehend the subtle trends
you've cultivated soundly.
But know myself will I assured
forever all what for.
To laugh, and smile, and care, and boast
a human being's core.
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