Some people favor work which is rhymed

Others detest it so ... they do wind

Themselves up in little knots so tight

They become imprisoned by their flight



Inward - where they do fret and worry so

For things are not - as they would show

Well ... this journey is not so awful

Ride upon it and you will see no pull



Towards one style of verse or another

For they are all mixed in here smothered

By nasty notes which should've been mailed

By vindictive people who have impaled 



Themselves on large crosses to state

They are martyrs who have new crates

Full of pain they want you to see

So they can feel better than you 

                          and me ...



- Tristram