A rhyming poem (A poem)

Didn’t come up with much today. Oh well…

The thing I hate about rhyming
is all that worry about timing—
making sure the words all fit
without the poem turning to shit

Plus it feels so silly—
real folks don’t talk that way
Imagine trying to force the words to the lines…
It ends up being predictable, really

The mode of expression
should not impede my thoughts
The text of my confession
should not be so horribly wrought

The longer I spend thinking
the more the poem risks sinking
under the weight of all those forced rhymes
when I could have spoken the truth in half the time

(31 January 2016)