Say, for sake of argument
The eyes can make a rhyme.
What then defines a euphony?
What gives a meter time?

We've all our gripes with writing styles;
I've mine, and you have yours.
Of course,
Praise belongs in public--
Critique behind closed doors.

To be succinct and to the point,
I'll lose redundancy
And put a simple question forth:
Who fears death threats from me?

I mean, seriously.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Mayan, in the year 412 AF.