This was a piece I wrote at the beginning of my years at college. It is a playful poem that discusses rhyming and hidden meanings within poems. Enjoy!
I hate it when people rhyme
So I have chosen to take time
To list the things that bother me
When people rhyme unendingly.
I despise when they go about
With words, words, words forever
As if we all have strengthened doubt
Of their mind and thoughts; so clever.
The hidden meanings go lie down
With their lovers, the writers,
Yet cheat on them-the silly clowns-
With the analysts-annoying blighters.
I sit and stare at them for hours
Thinking, moaning, groaning, sighing,
“End it before my mind sours,
Before the body begins declining!"
Let me administer the aids to it
Like words of love from mom and all that shit.
CZYTASZ
A Collection of Thoughts and Techniques
PoezjaPoetry and prose that are either terribly lovable and understanding of the human psyche, or are so weak in a thought process that you may feel that your time has been wasted. Either way, you have an opinion of the writing by the end of it.
