rhyme time smyme time

rhyme time smyme time

A Poem by keith
"

it's not my bit

"
rhyme time smyme time



it's not my bit
i write the words that smell of sh*t
my verses yes they do suck
truth be told i couldn't give a f*ck

i can do it when i want
but free verse i'd rather flaunt
the ocean is vast it's waters deep
old sh*ts like me always creep
on the edge of the square
i rather go where few would dare

do i care if you like my wit
frankly my dear, i really don't give a sh*t
am i really but a flustered t**d
or is there value in my word
do i really just not care
of course i do i just don't share

these simple silly foolish bits
it's all good my words don't mean sh*t
it's all in fun it's not fancy
go ahead call me a nancy
has my heart really gone cold
or am i just really really old

but somehow i can't seem to find
the words that pair with ... 
ukrainian   dead   babies



get your s**t together people

peace

© 2022 keith


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Hello, Keith, this was an interesting read that slid from an expressed passe arrogance to self-degradation; which you seemed offended by, as if your mind were two parts arguing with itself, then bonding in agreement that dead babies are offensive. I enjoy rhythmic rhyming verse, but it doesn't always spill out when we want it to, and that can be frustrating, and overall, thats the message I found here. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 2 Years Ago


keith

2 Years Ago

if that's how you read it then ...
you missed the 1 of 2 important lines
'these simple.. read more
mattavelli

2 Years Ago

My pleasure :)

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