(This one seems pretty self-explanatory. Also, it’s still a frustration for me. I can’t figure out where I got the pattern from too. So, I can’t name the style.)
The way the world should work.
Always tell the truth.
For that is what is right.
A mantra for our youth.
Always tell the truth.
No matter what you lose.
A mantra for our youth.
We knew it would never last.
No matter what you lose.
You should strive for honesty.
We knew it would never last.
Once we heard you lying.
You should strive for honesty.
As if you are the purest ones.
Once we heard you lying
Your request died in your lungs.
As if you are the purest ones
Who lies about their age
Your request died in your lungs
Mere ashes upon our ears
Who lies about their age
While preaching for the truth
Mere ashes upon our ears
Making scars that will remind us
While preaching for the truth
Our own lies will come to pass
Making scars that will remind us
That everyone’s a liar
Our own lies will come to pass.
For that is what is right.
That everyone’s a liar.
The way the world should work.
Legends of Windemere 
It seems like it was a very difficult poem to write. I see how each subsequent verse starts with the second line of the previous verse. The last line is the first line of the poem. So well done!
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Thanks. I really wish I could find the poem pattern again. Just so I know where it came from and give credit.
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Good poem, I loved the organization. The title should be Ode to a Politician.
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Thanks. I would agree with the alternate title, but I’ve run into many non-politicians who are covered by this poem as well.
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Terrific, Charles. A very intricate poem.
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Thanks.
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