rhyme time smyme time

rhyme time smyme time

it's not my bit

i write the words that smell of sh*t

my verses yes they do suck

truth be told i couldn't give a f*ck

i can do it when i want

but free verse i'd rather flaunt

the ocean is vast it's waters deep

old sh*ts like me always creep

on the edge of the square

i rather go where few would dare

do i care if you like my wit

frankly my dear, i really don't give a sh*t

am i really but a flustered t**d

or is there value in my word

do i really just not care

of course i do i just don't share

these simple silly foolish bits

it's all good my words don't mean sh*t

it's all in fun it's not fancy

go ahead call me a nancy

has my heart really gone cold

or am i just really really old

but somehow i can't seem to find

the words that pair with ... 

ukrainian   dead   babies

get your s**t together people

peace

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, Keith, this was an interesting read that slid from an expressed passe arrogance to self-degradation; which you seemed offended by, as if your mind were two parts arguing with itself, then bonding in agreement that dead babies are offensive. I enjoy rhythmic rhyming verse, but it doesn't always spill out when we want it to, and that can be frustrating, and overall, thats the message I found here. Thanks for sharing.

[keith]

if that's how you read it then ...
you missed the 1 of 2 important lines
'these simple silly foolish bits'
that paired with 'but somehow i can't seem to find
the words that pair with ...
ukrainian dead babies'

all the rest is nothing more than bread crumbs to keep you moving along as i choose
i alone set the pace, the rhythm & most important
the closing

aren't you the matt that attempted to troll me several years back?
i recognized your bobble doll previously
stop in anytime ... i'll gladly give you the nickel tour and school ya some more!

[mattavelli]

My pleasure :)