That Poet's Lifely Endeavor'D-Despised. - Poem by Michael Gale
This poet's life is filled with lies...
Fro' one to one, and mainly despise.
This life's endeavor yearning of rise...
Dissappointed to thee, without surprise.
How does this poet rise to occasion? ...
Search for love in work's own compilation.
When'st this work-remains undid...
Possessed of this evil-over greedy, inept id.
How may i rise to this much appreciated read to view? ...
Am i the last of this vast written, artly mastered of few? .
How may i improve of to my work? ...
Of this poetic endeavor
A hard work's toiling.
I must responsibly not flee from...
Not due, per, shirk.
Never to never, due the spoiling.
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