I'll write some words to be read
proof of existence before I'm dead
a simple act to state the case
this poet remains in the human race

attribution is required
lest the journey become mired
stumbling without outlets found
to mutter sorrow inside a frown

cloaked in couplets misconceived
as twisted cheer in rhyming play
structure more important than the pleas
couched inside floridity

verbiage adorned purposely
knowing few will perceive
what lays beyond asks a due
demands for final perpetude.

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