.rhyme Is A Crime
Since rhyming and rhythm are terribly boring
They must now be barred from all musical scoring;
Those poets employing these rhythms and rhymes
Should pay with their lives for committing such crimes!
3 Stages Of Grief
Sorrow swalowed me into the cruel black sea,
The icy cold water washed over me,
Starkle starkle little twink
who the heck you are I think
I'm not under what you call
the alcofluence of incohol
Six weeks old today mamma
a birthday gift for me,
a pair of big brown eyes through
one day i will see.
She looks like a hooker, regular tart,
Owes her face less to nature than cosmetic art.
'Prostitute' or 'loose woman' are terms that might irk her,
So in sanitized speech she's now called a sex worker.