It will not do a sin
to chat about
and languish in
having nothing, no clout

just ruffian disarray
flagrant derision
   falsely sternly facing dismay
what a boast and sad decision

going left and left alone
casting down a common strife
nothing found under that stone
so emptied of a stern life

but heaven’s sake and sure
a past is not common
   you most make, do make more
written in time a bright omen

moving fast, in fast form
  let it be known now to all
it is not heritage nor the norm
for getting *****, from such a far fall