Little Respect

I had been meaning to mention this

I wanted to say it aloud, I think

To take the microphone

(Presumably there would be one)

And say it with an earnestness

That would make the world blush:


To those not here, it was a dream

So, people have gone and

My once-vulpine heart 

Has diminished of late

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