Unkept (Remastered To Be True To The Roundel Format.) - Poem by Stevie Taite
In attempt to stop her stashes in any fitting crevice
A thousand telling tones, lost with bravado through eyelashes
Battered, head bowed to deflect all adult menace
a message missing target, in attempt to stop her stashes
Must just love the sound of flapping tongue lashes
What befitting impetus would set a pride in place
Grooves are wearing thin, needle sparks and flashes
barricade the flood land and she will drown in her misplace
Build a tide of tidy-less, forego the constant clashes
Would she bale a sinking ship and welcome her new found space?
A message missing target, in attempt to stop her stashes
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