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Derek Song

Bitter boy seize your tongue
Reaching and straining for that final rung

Tattered clothes hang, limp loose
Verbiage spews forth, neck in a noose

Fires lick sickly from boots to bats
Doff on coats and tip your hats

A glutton for pleasures, earthly and not
Caskets are filled, dreams all rot

So seize the day, you shy little boy
Do not be bitter, neither shy nor coy