Autoclave
Parlayed about a twist of fate
His shredded character remains
All sought to burn and swiftly end
Yet he persists from autoclave
Turning down a meaningless debate
Sarcastic tongue with wily pen
Smooths the path, a wake revered
So few achieve his place of Zen
Copyright © Fred Jagenberg | Year Posted 2020
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