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.
I like the rhyme of profundity and reality of the poem. Great lines, a work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, The Philosopher. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks