The Law of the Diminishing and Deteriorating Rhyme
( I’ve got the power )
If there isn’t one there should be
I’m not really one for making whoopee!
Standardization with little deviation
can leave one feeling breathless with indignation
Rhyme and reason and form and content
4 snug bedfellows in mine and your poetic tent ( a bit lame )
But what is rhyme ?,rhyme is what ?
The freedom to roam free or the tightening of a knot
It’s a fundamental question and I don’t want to burden thee
But It’s questions like these I struggle with fundamentally
And then there’s rhythm
the beat that I bang my drum to
I think Snap said it best,
it was from him I took my cue
He’s as serious as cancer
when he says rhythm is a dancer
doo –do- do- doo
doo –do- do- doo ( I’ve got the power )
propped up on pillows and delusions of grandeur
all creativity at an end
the law of the diminishing and deteriorating rhyme
will always be my friend
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