Peddling
endlessly on a treadmill…
…. you
called it.
We
search for style, glory and honor,
gain
style, miss honor
and
acclaim glory.
Some
inhibit style, saturate glory and harbor honor.
I've
attained style, lack glory
and
feel honor,
metaphored
life, grace and
rhymed
my way to
individuality,
interpreted
words wrongly
set on
wet cement
from
lack of style and meter
but
have attained a level of
madness.
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