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The Angstless Poet

Woe is me, how could this happen?
a poetess sans tragedienne.
The pain of youth long since past
leaving not a twinge of angst.
What can I offer - a world in pain-
a simple lilting rhyme refrain?

The poor, perhaps, I can uplift
Rhyme wrapped as a gift.
Denounce the power of suppression
expose taxation as regression.
No, angst is their daily bread
Nevermind the aforesaid.

A woman, perchance, needs my rhyme
To disclose the paradigm.
Rebuke the blame and condemnation-
-her burden for mankind’s damnation.
Oh! But of course to man she’s wed
Nevermind the aforesaid.

Ah! Lovers in the throws of passion
would save a rhyme from the ash can.
Extol the pleasure of new found love
If only I had memories of.
Oh! Well, they spend their time abed
Nevermind the aforesaid.

A captive audience is what I need
whose egress I must impede.
Suppose prisoners on a rhyme diet
would shortly riot?
Death row inmates wishing they were dead!
Nevermind the aforesaid.

Woe is me, how could this be?
A poetess sans tragedy
Why not youth extend its reach?
Why must wisdom always teach?
Leaving but a shell of pain
And a lilting rhyme refrain?