All is lost
The gentlemen are dead
You choke while giving a stranger head
Listen to your conscious and contest
The messed up pressed tissue soft issues
Your subconscious spoon fed and bled
Into you
Pay attention to your vision
There's no prescription for redemption
Remind yourself when you've become blind
Rather than occupying time giving a stranger head
Chivalry isn't dead, only swept under the bed
Get off your knees
Show those who rose to impose the decisions you chose
That self-loathing isn't worth tip-toeing over
Self-love is not worth blowing
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