Free Verse Ranch

Hear the clip-clop of iambic beats Sounds like Shelley with a side of Keats Is that the scritchity-scratch of a goose quill flickin’ Or just the tippity-tap of some mouse you clickin’..? So you a prophet poet, regular Marley meets Dylan Writin’ about oppression and unjust killin’ Shootin' the Sheriff with a Reggae song Inspirin' your generation with a sing along A shot of tequila with a wedge of lime Saddle up and bide your time Every line don’t need to rhyme I can give you a million examples You don't seem like the lyrical type Kickin' cold turkey with oranges ripe That's the fruit that rhymes with nothin’ Fresh squeezed it's good for somethin’ Citric flashback, Tang for the brain Hyperspace wormholes one cannot explain Sun dippin' below the rim of a rhymeless plateau Cow skull and cactus, a timeless tableau In the twilight gloom, a weather-beaten sign Free Verse Ranch is the place to dine Gorge on rhyme-free wordplay victuals Linguistic linguini and cage-free visuals Specialty of the house: lemon chicken couplet With a side of mashed onomatopotatoes--plop! Gravy sloppin’ down slopes like molten lava Washed down with mugs of fresh-brewed java Buzzards circlin' the sky in a lazy ellipse Moon moseyin' in for a total eclipse Flee in the dark, take a steed for a ride Jump the split rail fence to the other side Leap back in time to a buzzin' hive Looks like the vortex, circa 1995 Can barely think amid the din Perfect time for the ‘shrooms to kick in Tie-dyed girl where I left her spinnin' in place Band still playin' a trippy Drums n Space But how strange that I cannot feel my face How did twenty years vanish without a trace? Tumbleweed twirlin' down the rutted street Empty rocking chair swayin' skee-reet skee-reet 'Taters still steamin' like a mini-volcano Room reeks of whiskey stronger than Drano Spilled orange juice tricklin' a fly-food slurry Someone cleared outta Free Verse Ranch in a helluva hurry The clip-clop of iambic beats, Sheriff on my tail He wouldn't shoot an unrhymed man, would he?