Out of Rhyme

Out of Rhyme I stand accused in my prime Of stealing nickels and a dime But not enough to pay the fine So, off to prison doing time Innocent of any crime I see the fence I need to climb Shoot to kill says the sign I really hope that guard is blind Praying, the alarm don't chime I made the fence, so far so fine Slipping over, I crossed the line As quiet as a church mouse mime Crawling in the grease and grime Wading through the muck and slime Made it past the oaks and pines To the banks of the Rhine Sipping slowly into the brine Wish I had a sip of wine But focused on the bump and grind I feel like I've been dipped in lime Or covered with a lump of chyme Sorry I had to leave behind All those that are bound by rhymes