In desperation you seek to forestall my winning ovation.
Belated and bedraggled, I merely show up to receive blessings
while you’re still haggling and sending come hither looks to demons
without batter to make even a modicum for you to baste, taste.
Evil sought, nothing copped.
Valueless and base, archangels on your case.
What an elevation to waste.
by Jerriè McGill
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