Been awhile since I put a rhyme up. Here’s somethin. I formatted it for being read since I only compose my rhymes in my head and I don’t write them down. But, until you can hear them, I’m afraid you’ll have to read them. But not that afraid. Call it a transcript from the inside of my head.
it’s like I’m hewn from noon, my future’s so bright
I refuse to commune with doom, so losers don’t like
it, and throw a fit when I dare to resist – these arrogant
terrorist terrabits of errant info, cuz they’re impotent
I disinherit em, I ain’t votin for Miss America
my legacy will be that my enemies get hysterical
and become comedians, on HBO specials
that’d be somethin to see me in, cuz hate for me pulls at lesser
men’s souls – like menstrual – cycles from shattered light bulbs
dreamin of an evenin of hedonism after I fall
but even if they even it, odds are I will uneven it again
conceivably I’m weakened by decency, my demeanor within
repeatin the sin – and bein a friend – to the needy, but listen, my secret is this, when
the evilest men – scheme and offend, I’m plum mad dog mean as it gets
the tongue that talks even a bit – from drunken jaws and deceitful lips
will run not walk to the deepest pit, you punks, cuz Paul’s not the three little pigs…
© 2011 Paul Will Prevail
Actually, the weird thing is that I composed the first line of this while I was sleeping. I was rhyming in a dream, woke up, and thought, “that was a damn good line.”
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