Prosaic Hell
I have so many poems
They wait, pile up, say “send”
They keep on procreating
It drives me round the bend
This bloody rhyme's addictive
I gotta have my words
Injected for my daily fix
It's damnably absurd
You say to me “Go rehab”
“They will de-rhyme your brain
Jack and Jill won't climb the hill
They'll prose you till you're sane”
I'm worried your suggestion
Although you mean me well
Will simply addict-transfer me
Into prosaic hell
Don Matthews July 2019
Do.RoThy
Sat 8th Feb 2020 01:35
Rhyme time,
Space between lines
Fill them later
Read between lines
Goofy tales, spooky
Rehab renovations
New block under construction
Beautiful day
Keep your mind awake
Spill more words
Build more somersault poetry
Keep writing
Divinely healthy
Will posy prose make it a crime
To use the brain to create rhyme -
Creating charges aimed to stick
And see you sitting in the nick?
Meanwhile, you can take yourself to bed
And lay to rest your busy head! ?
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Don Matthews
Sat 8th Feb 2020 01:56
Build more somersault poetry
I like that line Do
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