Versatility Poem by Rodney Dufault

I think that I see the art of poetry differently,
and there's a mathematical improbability
that for any rhyme I will have no contingency.
I can use every letter in the alphabet efficiently,
and turn any rhyme I write into a symphony,
and I can do it all consistently, religiously.
One nation under God, indivisible, with liberty
and justice for all. What, are you kidding me?
This country's drowning in it's delinquency.
While all I ever wish for is a little tranquility,
I've got these bouts of rage that are killing me intermittently.
I've tried to get rid of the voices, but they persist in me diligently.
Sometimes I talk back, but all you hear's my witty soliloquy.
I tell people about my brothers and they look at me quizzically.
Must be thinking that I have a melanin deficiency.
Don't worry yourself with what you're seeing here visually,
for underneath this skin I have the aura of divinity.
I shine brighter when my family's in the vicinity,
for they're the ones who've blissfully put the love I have into me.
Call me crazy, but if I was rich you'd call it eccentricity,
but if that was the case I'd probably be doing this miserably.
I have always looked upon money suspiciously,
even when I was a child, way before my epiphany.
I didn't decide to hate the whole world initially
until I felt the futility of trying to fight this hostility.
Now I just write about it, and I'll keep doing it brilliantly,
for this world needs someone here to do it this skillfully.
And I don't even mind if I keep doing it distantly, invisibly.
Probably better that way in case I get a few of you pissed at me.
Everyone knows what happens to the truth throughout history,
and that all the assassinations were government hits unofficially.
Tyranny is one of the only things I ever see with consistency,
and probably the main reason people are turning to villainry.
If I ruled this world I'd let all the wrongly imprisoned free,
like me, for I am still not free from everything that it did to me.
I'd remove the hate that spread through my soul, a malignancy
created by the heartache that I have known and the misery.
I just want you to know this, I'm not looking for sympathy.
Hopefully some day we'll change for the better, and willfully.
On the grand scheme of things our planet's still in it's infancy.
Far from the center of the universe, but how distally?
If we could all get along we might just answer that mystery.
If we didn't attack eachother viciously over lines drawn artificially,
then imagine the possibilities - I can see them all vividly.
I write all of these thoughts down to the best of my ability,
and it has to be instantly, for they're fleeting from me minutely.
What a sight to behold when I'm at the height of my creativity.
You can perceive my soul, so how is that for some imagery?
I was hoping for a hundred bars, but it's getting tougher incrementally
to come up with lines that rhyme while making perfect sense to me.
I am half way now, but I will get me there eventually,
for I never give up, and I will keep doing this persistently.
You'll see a lot about race come up in my rhymes, if only subliminally,
for that is something I've never understood, people and bigotry.
We're all beautiful, nature ensured us that through our symmetry.
So why all the antipathy? Whatever happened to civility?
We've already had two World Wars. We don't need us a trilogy,
so why does this entire planet desire nuclear capability, and infantry?
Why is so much of humanity living in the toxicity of radioactivity?
If I could, I would get rid of all this worlds weaponry surreptitiously.
I would even go back to hydroelectrics and windmills for electricty.
Maybe then food could be offered with a bit more affordability.
Is that not what we should do? Is that not our responsibility?
I cannot believe this is what we've become with human ingenuity.
Governments and corporations are tricking us into servility,
and most think they're happy, for the drugs help with our docility.
I don't think I need to ask you if that opinion has or lacks validity.
Just look out your window, it has always been there inherently.
I don't think it's going to get better unless we decide, and unanimously
to take control of our humanity that we're losing so apparently.
It's not as if this has happened inexplicably, it took all of our complicity.
While maybe not a conspiracy, I'm still going to fight it with proficiency.
That is what I do, for my heart is the very definition of resiliency,
wrought from solidity, and another heart with compatability.
Whenever she's in my proximity I can feel the affinity.
When you add the love of my son, well then my family's a trinity.
My heart goes out to anyone who is afflicted with sterility.
That has to be the most haunting human incapability.
I've already had my kids, so I'd give you my fertility.
That's the kind of man I am, a warrior with sensitivity.
The temperatures I reach range from cold enough for superconductivity
to hot enough to incinerate entire squadrons of my enemy.
I can do this armed with only a pad and a pen apparently,
so imagine if I acted on the way that I have felt mentally?
Would you hate me so much that you'd want to put an end to me,
or decide that you love me so much that you came and resurrected me?
When I was a child I felt similar to Jesus, for like him I had such empathy.
I read that somewhere, and thought that's the way that I was meant to be.
That was probably one of the best things that I ever had instilled in me.
I don't even know where I read it, or why I took it in so literally,
but I know that it helped alot whenever I felt miserably.
I don't know if it was His plan all along to help me shine with sublimity,
but I thank the Lord with all my heart for everything that He's given me.
Never really been religious, for I'm prone to dabble in some devilry,
but I do believe in Him. How else could I have a family that's this heavenly?
My son with his brilliancy, and my wife who smiles at me so prettily?
Nothing but God can explain love to me with any sufficiency.
I have to believe that our love will go on for infinity, invincibly.
I just hope the Lord's rules have a little bit of flexibility,
because the calmness that I'm feeling is riddled with fragility.
That was a hundred bars, but I see much more in my periphery.
I'm the type to hang on 'til the end no matter just how bitterly,
and just to be contradictory, here's a brand new delivery of artillery.
Enough to make you all jittery and quivery when you're beholding my livery.
I've got so many in auxiliary that you probably think that it's wizardry.
Can you imagine what's going through my mind when you see me in reverie?
Probably a sexual activity, or a policeman on rotisserie. Victory!
I guess this is the end of versitility officially. I'll end it here specifically.