In centre of the universe The soul disperse Recessive traits Accumulate
Don't question neuvo prophesy Philosophy Will pin you down In fake renown
And what a twisted story told The goods are sold It's not a lot It's what we got rc
Minute Poem: 3 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas) 8 syllables in the first line of each stanza 4 syllables in the remaining lines of each stanza rhyme scheme: aabb/ccdd/eeff written in strict iambic meter