Splenetic
If I admit here that I've been splenetic,
Your equanimity, making you proud,
Should shame you. I entreated, pleaded, vowed,
Dismissed your meditative, dull aesthetic
As diuretic, you the dull ascetic,
An unballetic, an emetic shroud
For genuine emotion, a sad cloud
Of mere regret, not doubtful, nor syncretic.
You're not the worst thing that I've ever seen,
But pride's not called for. I demand the new,
The undeniable, the bold, the true,
And you were hiding. I was never mean,
And though you say you've had too much of spleen,
Great deeds were done, and none were done by you.
Your equanimity, making you proud,
Should shame you. I entreated, pleaded, vowed,
Dismissed your meditative, dull aesthetic
As diuretic, you the dull ascetic,
An unballetic, an emetic shroud
For genuine emotion, a sad cloud
Of mere regret, not doubtful, nor syncretic.
You're not the worst thing that I've ever seen,
But pride's not called for. I demand the new,
The undeniable, the bold, the true,
And you were hiding. I was never mean,
And though you say you've had too much of spleen,
Great deeds were done, and none were done by you.
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