Sent Sun

I’m the patient while these words are like my doctor/ Find the grace and style to please hoards jarred like nectar/ Wined by the taste and trial to ease an orange barred sector/ I’m defined by the baste and survival like a horrid scarred protector/ Come near the scope of my word turret I’ll tour it if God’s sure of it/ I drum to conquer pits and concur wits with thoughts I stir to spit/ Begun is a helicopter verbal arrangement within a range of mint/ Been fun to gel a proctor with verbal engagement and pin any mental derangement/ Sent sun in lieu of a stricter hurdle and a big stage dreamt Don’t groan in lament just loan what’s lent moan what’s meant or be shown what’s sent/ Growth’s strewn to own not to make sense / There’s a renown presence in this precedence like a full press dance to commence.