Apologies to Masses and Self.

If I could indent a line or two,
--or three or four or five--
I'd bet my poems a spot better
and feel slightly more alive.

If Blogger knew their four one one
or I a web tech geek
would the mistress' breast be dun
or her chamberpot still reek?

So to you friends and kin out there
if anyone be reading
shit formatting limits my keyboard and
behind it, a poet is seething.