No matter what I do ya know
never seems to get through ya know
Strike me!
A burning heart within my breast
serves only to char up my chest
Strike, me!
And when my eyes do close to sleep
up my toes the rot will creep
Strike-Me!
But only when my vulture cracks
to take the weight off all their backs
Strike.Me!
The ship of Ted was sinking quick
a mask slides off the bough so slick
But still the ship proceeds to tick
Although ablaze , for one more trick
St/rike/ m/e!
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The images are original. You don't usually rhyme but I like that this poem does.
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I hope you guys enjoy this one, I like it

