Smashing Rules

I guess in the old days, rules were made for 
a reason.
Now, attention getters gone amuck like
beings in a quiet room with a loud crashing 
season.

Especially when your once best friend,
Takes a hammer to God’s high ceiling
of moral class.
And their once, high written poetry is now 
an attraction for poetic, immoral trash.


           1/17/2022
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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