Your a mechanical organism
Slowly your recidivism is controlling
Sections of your Catholicism trained conscience
Your inimical ways are criminal to even your own family
Why don’t you try a free styled bravado, or oblation
Maybe religion still will take your soul sanction
Jocund you’ll run much faster over the clouds
Your footsteps stentorian in my now minuscule world
My impecunious pockets slowly unravel to reveal sadness
The valetudinarian is slowly approaching terminus
Comments
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I am impressed with the vocabulary. The poem is a very interesting expression of disdain. Great job. I hope you resume writing.
Mike
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