I
see you fret and scatter
Recoiling
to your guilty skin,
Unnerved
by my grand insignia
A
little poking and bantering
With
the butt of my irate cannon
Leaves
you scuttling out coyly,
Entreating
for my absolution
Enchanted
by your juicy carrot
I
look the other way, indifferent
Like
a “brother’s keeper” would
Your
misdeed’s wholly expunged
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