O, Febfast, Febfast
not so fast
especially in a leap year
you think at 14
you’re halfway
but no no no
it’s halfway plus another day
it’s good
it’s bad
it’s what it is
a fad
to drive me mad
with longing and
to test resolve
each night
with tonic water
and no gin
I won’t give in
to lush desire
I’ll bite the boredom bullet
or expire
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