WTF (Written to Fours)

This show will sure take much keen wits,
Thus slow pace will make such mean hits,
Find fine kind inks that this mind maps,
Like long line idle talk poem raps,
Seek hope that will come thru with four,
Hard bold text must flow calm then soar.

Hear them slur then play with good word,
Can’t cuss? Well then just flip this bird,
This form will feel like real hawk ward,
Let’s face this mess then pull such cord,
Here this poem will come unto good ends,
Like some chop test puts down your pens.