Go. Be a legend,
If you think the red-end
Is within reach.
But, boy, be sure to bold a show;
Because the middle-green is given to teach
That cheap couldn’t hope to breach it.
No legend came by it ignobly.
So watch the let-in;
Hellish haunts are fastened
To, count them, each
And every turned-back buckle-blow.
‘Cause life ain’t no verdant, evergreen beach;
Just dunes should you overreach it.
Poetry: That’s Gonna Leave A Mark