Here's Why I Don't Write Rhyme

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…tongue-twisted burlap

Teeter-totter word ladder nut-sack trap.

I hardly do either,

This one's not for me but you, the believer

In me...that I can do this. Pull it off with rhythmic fever.

You're wrong. Screw this. This isn't fun.

I find more rhythm & purpose when I'm slapping her bun.

If this is torture for you to read, more-so for me to have spun.

I can't get this time spent back,

So wack is this syllable stunt word crack

That my brain, a toaster, is on high with towering bread stack.

Fuck the butter for this burnt toast.

If I may…

By RJ Williams

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Catalyst for Rectal Fissures

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…is no diatribe,

Just a skewed Mary Poppin's

"Spoon full of Sugar" type of poem

That's gonna ravage your sphincter

The way woodchippers on full-power

Do downed trees.

Don't hate me for telling it like it is...here.

Don't judge me for turning "once upon a time,"

or "Happy Trails" into a real-life Dante's Inferno

That so many pretend is not happening.

You know damn well it is, just look around you.

Soak in this abysmal broken-cage zoo

Of loosed human animals

Doing unspeakable things to each other

In the name of God & money.

Don't blame me for stitches…


By RJ Williams

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