Category Archives: Poetry

Abandoned copper penworth 
Mortified atop our mountain 
Peeked at the value

Writ scrip deoptimizer 
Iron mettle Boswell 
London's Dorian Green 

Backed into our corner 
Where we decide 
With our arbitrary words 
Take at them 

Faces cannot care 
More than ethics 
But moral compass 
Point south and north and east