Today’s poetry form over at the dVerse Poets Pub, is the dizain.
You’re truly not the guy you used to be
And I’m not the girl I was yesterday.
But what do you see when you look at me?
Saggy, wrinkled skin? Thinning hair of gray?
You don’t have time to look at me these days —
All your drinking and sneaking and lying!
In your sleep it’s her name you’ve been sighing.
So pack up your stuff and hit the road, Earl!
Loser, please: it’s too late to start crying.
Have a nice life, you and that skanky girl!
Ergo, the Ogre 
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