Diction

Poetry dost not alone
to courtly kings, nobility, 
and gentlemen belong;

but lends itself to be degraded,
diction chosen like the scrap
the peasant scribbles on.

Knights and fools together, and
with teenagers enjambed. Typing
sonnet as a song;

like olden days, in summer shade,
with paper, pen, and phone-- for lists
of careful words to choose from. 

The End

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