more lamenting the times

Correct the error should I err,
but I do declare
history’s last three if not four

batches became doors ajar
through which slithered a million
millipedes carting twisted

transparencies their makers designed for
watering not a wrinkled parchment
but bringing all that may stand stout,

to limpness forged in mediocrity.
For the record, I will stand but may my
stances never be correct


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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