I wrote this poem in imitation of the rap culture (the use of the word jive giving a clue to this): with a mix of the old fashioned rhyming style of poetry. The tone of the poem was meant to irritate; hence the closing lines:
I pull out the rusty nail
of old doctrines which impale
the coffin of my life.
Golden Rule: The Sound Must Seem an Echo to the Sense.
Poem is trying to say something worth saying, but is hedged in by the short
lines, which necessarily over-emphasis the rhymes.
Solution: adapt rhyme scheme to alternative lines.