Sotto Poet Poet Triolet

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The Raw Truth

He was frightened by direct scrutiny.
He frequently was a pinball machine.
He knew he couldn't talk in this mutiny.
He was frightened by direct scrutiny.
After airflow, he repents fluently.
The naked truth is still taboo when seen.
He was frightened by direct scrutiny.
He frequently was a pinball machine.

Written: May 09, 2023

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Anne-Lise Andresen May 9, 2023 at 10:42 AM - ...can see the fear in his roaming eyes, Las :) - Greatly written as always :) - hugs

Vijay Pandit May 9, 2023 at 10:39 AM Truth hurts sometimes. Especially when bad vice haunts.

R J. Elless May 9, 2023 at 8:42 AM Sotto, fine poem. I been a pinball wizard on the inside, HA. A pinnacle of rocks, I like it. Have a Great Day