Fateful Writer

A young man in search of fortune and fame
Wrote something so scathing he used a pen name
It was so much like ****
His family was torn
Their thoughts of him were never the same

This young man was a perpetual student
His writings should have been more prudent
Everyone knew it was him
The sales were quite grim
Proving again he was so impudent.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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