I trite to
write an adage, but
it sounded so cliché,
so formulaic
it made prosaic
read like Hemingway,
I tried again
convinced my pen
was mightier than sword,
but double-edged
was blade—I bled
–a side effect of forge,
so now
my motto’s
like the lotto!
ya gotta pay to win…
forget your qualms
and grease those palms
witness wheels spin
I also
type
in stereo
since sop can’t fail,
I trade gradation
for salvation–
–the devil’s in details.
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