“Words, words,
words.”
— Hamlet (2.2)
List #9: (a) compel, (b) chronic
He had a chronic urge, I knew,
Not to convince but to compel.
I didn’t take that very well—
And soon our friendship ended—through.
He tried to win my friendship back—
But not with kindness—not with love—
No, not with sad eyes of a dove—
But with a savage knife attack.
“You’ll be my friend!” he said and slashed,
I ducked and dodged and saved my skin.
The white coats came and dragged him in,
His friendship hopes forever dashed.
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