Intentions

I wrote this poem a couple years ago and it was abot my intentions at the time.

The intentions of one young mr. straine

the weak of mind cannot be trained but by only the one who created the distaster
that reaks havoc on the cold recesses of every mind he/she encounters. that one person
is responsible for every thing that the abonimation has done. and if the abomination has
done nothing then the creator is worthless. unless the abomination is something to be seen
or looked at. then this is when the creator can be held responsible for utter beauty, which
is the strongest of all responsibilitys. which is then usually corrupt by the beautiless
world for fear of rejection of ones self. because society today is judged by nothing more
than the contour and piment of our faces, those of us who have honor and judge human by
character are then shunned and ridiculed. this is not correct, but no human being can seem
to fix it. this is what i intend to do.
fix it.
thus the subject of my first published poem.