Introducing Ody

Eighteen Ten Syllabled Lines of Assonance

Ody wrote a cogent post about how
a child's home floats like a boat around the
automated moat that molds and controls
him in a pseudo-romance procuring
total focus on cloned jokes but no growth
and how the cornerstone of psychoses
that croak in our throats are shown to be soaked
in an oblique totem that drones broken
down a lone road that groans for one poem
to be a profound opus of knowing
to overcome the societal hold
that invokes the vogue and chokes out the old
for that rote dope provokes us to vote gold
rather than listen and be told with soul
of a rose that explodes out of cold snow.
Ody chose to goad apodictic hope
in a holy hallowed probe that explodes
Rome and an ocean of sober heroes.