Freelancing, Miserable Mime

Words that echo the sublime Each syllable resounds a doleful chime Accentuated by a bleak, monotonous rhyme That skews the cadence and scuttles the time Words that filter through, then prime Heart's engine to slowly pine Fueled by structural anomalies; sick, semantical serpentine Break lines that throttle, then realign Soul's transmission shifts in gear to divine Sorrow and suffering in every byline Each strut, an awkward bounce that jars the dragline Leaky, cracked manifold manifest in every squeaky note, sign Incongruent parts renovated to shock by design Tales-end, toxic fumes will every literary splice twine Finish will be sealed with a lackluster shine