B: XXXXVIIII: To Restore Contempt
However justified my contempt might be,
The critics were contemptuous of me.
With honorable intent,
And being the person she was,
My love went among those guys,
Diverted them with low strokes
And made me convinced,
To restore contempt,
I too had to go with those blokes;
I mean, be the person I was.
Their contempt became ridicule.
Mine became disgust.
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