The Rebels of Rhyme

And So, You Say You Can’t Understand Poetry!

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A writer writes to right the wrongs,
A singer sings just to sing songs.
I jot down stuff that’s in my head,
Some things are better left unsaid.

It’s a little bit like singing blues,
Sounds better if you’re drinking booze.
Write a story, poem, or prose,
Pick a subject no one knows,

Fill it with such obscure facts,
Readers won’t know what it lacks.
Today’s media spreads B.S.
It’s why the world is such a mess.

Stand up straight and play the ball,
Obey the umpire’s urgent call.
What’s yours is mine and mines my own,
That doesn’t leave you much to own.

Accept the blame and take the knocks,
Don’t count the hours on broken clocks.
The night is dark, the day is light,
So why do different races fight?

I love to make my poems rhyme,
Even in these modern times.
Now free verse is more mainstream,
And rhyming poems seen as extreme.