Max…Im Max

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.