Endurance Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Extremes happens, with it, its dread, an event had, projected as hens, we are in occurring endurance; all weighed in pens: priced for exchange.

Concept, not inspiring, is deformed insanity, times real to pity views, gives a fruit, fake gold; that speak sly words: in the slick city.

Here, for you are rules, which yields, its values, running train hears, got to be there, board, all abroad, now; enjoy it's mere trip: from now.

Small magic stone, for the ride, in the hand a rock, ignore shakes of the vessel, leaving the dock, given this lock, simply; to relax: say ah!

Said bye to many bad memories, goodbyes, freed it is from a sad, a downward fall, to trip, placing peace; supply aid a song: to glad rest.

Tiny time break before back to old self, sap in the dark, in a haunted house, silence a mind, now to cap; asleep: in a quiet nap.

A tour call endurance, it is poetry, be hungry, serving sweet and sour delights, served for all, as you eat, pour wine; to be filled: say good!

Poems of endeavors, presented factual ere of endurance, to face, expressed views, that's here; as a reality there: to please.