Albeit with Anger at the Audience

His misgivings, his misfortune in time makes him, ah, well enough

To soon stand for lesser things than to know how all felt his craft

The littlest things make me angry and I am boiled

The craftiest craft

The shiftiest shift

His little fingers in my eyes

How wormy, younguetaile

Yet again indecisive, divisive, outstanding

No number to know but to travel from here to there or the other way–

Doesn’t matter much if chink-ass hoes know more confidence in direr straights

Albeit softly

Albeit with an ending

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