My Rhymes Poem by The philosopher

My rhymes are dimes
They will take you nowhere
They wont even buy you a simple bus fare

My rhymes are worthless
Im a word hoarder
My thoughts, are arranged in an uncanny order

My rhymes are cluttered
Had words been able, they would abandon my poems
they'd go to find a set of other new homes

My rhymes are dull
They are so far off tune
Though i write them in more than one afternoon

My rhymes are crimes
Comitted against humanity
Look at your time, wasted in vanity

My rhymes are scared
They hide in dark places
While taunting themselves about losing all these races.

My rhymes are me
We are synonyms of one another
We hate ourselves more than we hate each other.