I possess a mind
That likes when poems rhyme
Told with wit and jest
From that thump inside your chest

Now I'm not knocking those
Penning poems like they're prose
They win awards and stuff
They remind us life is tough

But potshots at our leaders
Just kowtows to dull readers
Yes, yes... Our world's afire
With racist crooks and liars

We know our leaders suck
We know this planet's fucked

Earth's spinning towards its end
That's well-documented, friend
So I'm bored down to my toes
With poems penned as prose

An indignant attitude
Is like serving healthy food
Righteous kale and sprouts and beans
Dished up to keep our senses keen

I like when poems rhyme
I have a better time
I fancy tricks of words
To eating life's big turds

I guess I'm just not deep
Because I tend to sleep
Through things that are big deals
And shortly after meals

All I wish to say
Is that poems can be gay
Not each and every time
I just prefer a rhyme