an out

A

Word

A

Line.

Looks

Easy,

Huh?

Nothing much has changed, obviously, since I was at high school and the task was to write a five line, or maybe eight, I've forgotten, poem, and being what I was then and clearly am now, I wrote a word a line. That poem went like this:

Goodness

Is

Nought

But

Badness

Twisted

By

Man.

Man 

Is

Nought

But

Goodness

Twisted

By

Badness.

Badness

Is

Nought.

I remember now, the task was a ten line poem, and mine ran over 'cause I was so smart. No smarter now, still looking for an out.