Constant stickler for the truth
Best of the melancholic breed
And you the proof of sensible goodness
With that sanguine grin on your face
And you who makes us eat
Our vegetables and say our prayers
O lord forgive me for my fiery
Outbursts and the walls I shake
It's not that I didn't have great
Teachers to goad me on
It's just that if you're going
To tell the truth and be good
Sometimes you have to lose your shit
And just spit it out
For beauty's sake unafraid
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