Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars. - Gwendolyn Brooks

My Poem is life, and not finished.
It shall never be finished.
My Poem is life, and can grow.

It is a real chill out. The fall crisp comes
I am aware there is winter to heed.
There is no warm house
That is fitted with my need.

Coherent
Counsel! Good man.
Require of us our terribly excluded blue.
Constrain, repair a ripped, revolted land.
Put hand in hand land over.
Reprove
the abler droughts and manias of the day
and a felicity entreat.
Love.
Complete
your pledges, reinforce your aides, renew
stance, testament.