The Clichez Kid.

Whenever I decide to write

I sit and stare at paper white

Then I begin to rhyme

Climb with mime

And slime with prime.

Not for me,lofty ideals,

mental struggles have no appeal.

I just keep rhyming 

Sleep with keep

And creep with leap

And bleep with peep.

I'm just lazy,as you can see.

The Cliché Kid,that's me.