Summoned up
Courage enough
To read some and felt it drudgery. It wasn’t up to much.
How many likes, I wondered, then sulked.
Shocked when I looked, double took;
This tripe’s reach would turn a short-armed boxer’s stinkeye green;
Akin a righteously-preached Bible read before a prideful tribe.
Is it me dumb? Their own to each, that freedom at least,
But regarding the inkwet filling of leaves,
The tilling of still-speck tomorrow’s sheaves, they can’t compete
With me.
A flourish completes the second three.
Alchemisland 
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