Fornication warrants no fame - in Gomorrah
Striving, like water, to be palpable in savory dish
Restless life form becomes still in it's struggle to scream
The Middle Child!
A star, barely worths the name
When outshone by brothers and sisters of celestial sky
Disdainfully glanced upon by Moon
Bridesmaid now deems herself lucky to stand beside altar
No one ever asked
But when one did...