The Fishmonger

To you in my past I here beg of your pardon,
For committing those acts of brazen bridge arson,
A penniless poet in an oversized meat mech, Regrets living up to this handle of chidedneck.

Juked everyone's balks so I could dance to my beat,
Caused a kitchen evacuation as a result of the heat,
Meant to serve something rare but it ended up raw,
What I thought made me hot was a frivolous flaw.

With all circuits severed the neuron thinks to itself,
And finds gratitude with local educational wealth,
Only future friends will know the forgiveness I've felt,
Since the one I've been apologizing to is myself.

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