The Song is Over and Sung

The truth is

I'm cutest

Aloof

Feeling useless

A spoof

Of improvising

Proof

Tantilizing

Rotating clock wising

Off the radar

Made of scar

Traitor tissue

Truth

Is uncooth

Like lessons to ruth

Less sessions

Constitute

Blessings

Listen!

I am respecting

Dialecting

Upending

Confessing

Just wait

One more calendar date

For the ending

Like microwaves done

With a *ding

The song is over and sung

I hope you heard something.

The End

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