Rhyme
Everyone else can enjoy holding onto gold coins.
Which are beautiful.
I had enough money back when I had blurry vision.
When I rhyme.
It sounds harsh, and growling.
When I don’t rhyme?
It’s as if I live in someone’s basement.
But basements don’t have kitchens so I rhyme, I rhyme.
If you’ve noticed that nothing is rhyming…
Peeling back the flowery wall.
I kept everything.
Nothing rhymes ever after.
He could have picked me up that day.
He didn’t.
In the hospital, nothing rhymes.
It’s just the beautiful thought of jumping the fence.
They tell us things.
But nothing rhymes after all.
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