The Change Poem by Dion Skinner

Left from which I came, From summer past spring
Concepts has changed like I've gain a new brain
A Leo in love with fame and the change
The type that poisons the sweetest of dames

My body has gain, life lessons from pain
It cuts itself, like the knife and the lame
Try to be elegant mimmic the crane
For beauty can not be easily tamed

No I.D just the reverse of my name
I'm not unique, society to blame
Poets are not normal, truly insane
From Monday to Sunday, sun to the rain

Out my old state, the ticket here's the train
If you want change, rearrange your membrane