I tried to write this poem

and changed it way too much,

then counted all the syllables

and learned the rhythm sucks.

I used my thesaurus

upgraded all the words,

poetic justice don’t apply

this smells like walrus turds.

I flipped around the lines

dissected every meaning,

then took out this and that,

with mental veto screening.

This is the last stanza.

Won’t let my readers down.

So I’ll end this little ditty

Fade out til there’s no soun...

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