The Man Who Couldn't Rhyme

[BennyBoy]

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The Man Who Couldn't Rhyme

I think through words in my brain
searching for some that will free me from pain

“Confusion sets in, as does repulsion
Timeless, effusive, putrid expulsion”

When I think of my time
I can't picture a rhyme

I think of poetry
Not as a part of me

My introspection is masturbation
My addiction: internal creation

Am I amused, or am I pretending?
I see no hope, so I'm surrendering

End of Poem
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Original

The Man Who Couldn't Rhyme

I think through words in my brain
searching for some that will free me from pain

“Confusion sets in, as does repulsion
Timeless, effusive, putrid expulsion”

When I think of my time
I can't picture a rhyme

I think of poetry
Not as a part of me

Am I amused, or am I pretending?
I see no hope, so I'm surrendering

My Introspection
is masturbation

My addiction
iinternal creation