Thomas Sweatison

Perspiration, so I’ve heard,
Is much the more important word
When measuring its merits next
To inspiration. Its defects
In social intercourse aside,
I ought to share my sheen with pride,
Presumably, but I forget
When everything I’m wearing’s wet
With what my genius pores produce…
And that’s how come my lab coat’s loose.

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