Forced Meter to Your Ugly Soul

Forced Meter never match

Suddenly the souls ideas rot.

Fortune can break the ranks

and show you what you are not.

The word cliche gives no thanks

and its karma is for you not.

For this forced meter

is at an end.

I bid ugly farewells,

to you my ugly friend.


Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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