Free Form entry to The Writer's Cramp Contest for 30JUL20 |
As a matter of fact I like to rhyme, but I don't have the time to act sublime as a few get together and chat about the weather, and do what brats usually do. I guess I'm tethered to the mess I measure by the chatter of the neighbors next door. With tact, I made a pact to be a social satyr, climb a creative ladder, and be adored for the ballyhoo of my newfound poetic view found, in whatever topic I desire. 14 Lines
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