For the very life of me
Can’t fathom why my Poetry
Rhymes so Annoyingly,
And also so Consistently;
My brain delivers words this way,
So why vex myself ‘bout anything
When rhyming stays
Inside one’s head; it just won’t leave?
It’s sounds like Words stuck on “Repeat,”
In sing-song waters, lull to sleep
You, Where I bite subtle-y
And drag you to My Waters Deep
So dark that you will never see
My face as I Commence to Feast,
Consume your Focus momentarily.

So Won’t You spare a Byte for Me?

(Thanks to for the photo – always fond of a fellow WordPresser)

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