Grime Rhyme

Repurposing cliches….its a thing…. No, really.

It was the best of times it was the worst of times…sounds like “deal/no deal” television game show. 

Control, out of control.

Carbon paper, carbon copy, carbon based life form. Yin/Yang…. Always a duality lurking around every corner. Or is that coroner?

A lurking Coroner? 

Just stop talking. 

STOP talking… stop.

When the cup runneth over, mop up yer spill. 

Elephants on parade. Rampage. 

Kinescope Kaleidoscope- `Calliope antelope

Come one come all, make the cattle call

Stampede, Ganymede. 

Dressage, Corsage. 

Are we there yet?

Coffee cup- hockey puck…wait, that doesn’t rhyme. 

Did you get the memo- Demolition Derby Demo. 

STOP talking.

If a bell tolls for thee in the forest, does it make any sound? 

Ok, now yer just asking’ for it. 

When will humankind learn it’s not a good idea to play with the Olympus clay? 

Don’t believe me when I tell you? I really don’t care. Couldn’t care less. Narratives come and go, library story time is meant to entertain…isn’t it?

Breathe in, breathe out, just like Brahma. Only, don’t take so long about it, you might asphyxiate. 

The flock should be seen and not heard…herd? 

Look, but don’t touch. You touch, you buy. 

Somehow it gets to be tomorrow, and something always happens on days like this. My momma told me. 

Its always darkest before dawn, because its the dawning of the age of Aquarius… aquarium? More to the point, we have to figure out what “its” is. 

If I start plagiarizing song lyrics, the non-public domain kind, stop me. 

What’s old is new again, and there’s nothing new under the sun… so I guess stuff is just old, Horatio… hella old. Decrepitly ancient. Mummified. Petrified. 

What’s the next stop, I gotta get off this trolly. Ding ding, Rice a Roni…. Oh, no. 

I think its mental cliche, Tourette’s syndrome improvisation……arghhhhhh. 

Hey wait a minute, Cliche Tourette’s and jazz…could be a thing…could happen… Maybe it will. 

And just remember:

“It’s not what you want that makes you fat, it’s what you get.”

Author's Note

Yeah, I should be shot… I wonder how many poets have been in front of a firing line. Maybe I’ll be the first. Read, enjoy, comments and critiques welcome. Don’t be shy.