For Posterity . . .
The greatest Poet of this century came & went
Yet no literary journal will ever catch that scent
Gloss can but poorly misrepresent
What only appears to be an accident
Whereas ideas form, actions cement
Impregnable logic without a dent
Therefore fine lady or dapper gent
Bolster the bent of thine own Intent
Real re-evolution shalt ye then foment
Leaving Earth's orbit — with no lament!
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Very nice! For some reason I read it first with a "beat" cadence, and then with a "rap" cadence.
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