Woe Is Us
WOE IS US
A bene placeto
We learn osmotically to yearn.
On every page let out rage.
Slate our dad what's more add --
A swat at mum and every last chum.
Go for them all. Let the chips fall.
Modesty be damned, all lines enjam.
Forget scansion. Hold rhyme for ransom.
See sonnets aghast: 14 lines in the past.
History, mystery, all stuff. What hurts is enough.
Don't deny pain. Complain. Complain.
No more nos -- anything goes!
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