never trust a
cop
or robber
or just a little
boy
or girl
teacher
or preacher
you've got to wonder
if they're just wanderers
never trust a
politician
or a optimistic
optician
if there are such things
after all,
blindness is, well,
kinda cynical after all
never trust a
cop
or robber
or just a little
boy
or girl
a butcher
or maybe a poacher
they're in it together
looking to take bets
for the right cut
just selling skins
and shiny shins
together little bins
full of sins
so just never trust
it's a must
because all we are
are pessimistic
mystics making mistakes
little give or takes
without concession
or confession
a mess of confusion
in unison.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
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2 comments:
This is another poem that establishes the wonderfully playful rhythm that you can craft in, from true rhymes, slant rhymes, alliteration, and repetition. Your working with so many tools of the language quite deftly here.
Chris,
I agree with Edward. As I stated earlier, I've never been able to use rhyme without it seeming so cumbersome and forced. Yours is effortless which is awesome.
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