This is not just poetry
Definitely not sophistry
These are aware thoughts
Freed from all the noughts
Myself remember all the time
The falsely imposed upon crime
All it did was to grant the chance
To deliver most fruitful vengeance
From the times of unaware confusion
Caused by their so destructive intrusion
Made it is so much funnier to remember
Prepare the way until lethal december
They sing their songs to themselves
Putting all the result upon shelves
Not really seeing what they took
But to the eye life is just a book
Times myself it did not know
But only there to it all show
Myself by myself only led
No longer among dead
