Am craving solitude
Platitude detracts
as likewise certitude
when flimsy one’s facts
While I try allay
compunction’s millstone:
“Don’t linger, go away
leave me to bemoan!”
Am trying to atone
for my turpitude
trying scrounge some backbone
but lack rectitude
Leaves me fending off despair full-blown
by keeping my nose to the grindstone