An artless man dreams no dream,
writes no poem, cannot scheme.
He sees no beauty in those that wish
for better efforts netting fish –
Building hopes – not a gist.
Money talks – lime and twist.
A feckless man walks no walk,
Only chitters on in talk.
Shares no elegance in wit
spewing anger, bile and spit.
Polished words – not a skill.
Poisoned venom – strapped and shrill.
A useless man will he become?
Continued uninspiring thrum –
Whilst the beauty grows in spite
filling in the space and fright.
Magic overtakes the ill.
Speak it soundly, you know the drill.
Brilliant opening line that didn’t let up until it was over.(same for all your work I’ve read so far). Nicely done.
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