|Especially for now, your issue strains?|
As progress now allows computing lines
To be a master writer tries the brains
It won’t be long before you see the signs.
As poets die with issues left in space
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
You might ask human souls should I replace
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare.
Yet finding verse on issues rare, I’m lost
So I will bore you now, just wait and find
My limits find no reader, hence it’s tossed
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind.
So type a new issue for me to chew,
In truth, I’d love to write some verse for you!