Just Another Post will read just a sweet by any other name.
If I can, I would.
But if I do, it is final.
It expires, as it is done.
Truth, is done with it.
Lies, co-exist in it.
Does and don'ts give them life.
Writers are born, Readers are created.
The blackhole is filled endlessly.
Who can tell, when it ends.
Neverending stories, in a blog.
The last time I wrote a peom was when I was forced to do so in Junior High School between 1974 - 1977.