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I rejoice in the sympathetic tune
that you declare near the night's noon
language is frivolous and fascinating
to twist about phrases and punctuation waiting
on rhymes and enjambments,
formal queries and calls
it suits me fine for late night fal-der-ralls

If i could make a living
by writing things in rhyme
I'd earnestly be giving
the pursuit all of my time
sadly, poetry is dead and gone
and ESPN reigns in its place
the social means of entertainment
of Shakespeare's age
have withered without a trace.
( its more difficult, you see
when the rhyming isn't free
to load up images and concepts
in a measured line, with measured rests)
I thought, at first, poems had transformed
to rap , and that was now the norm
but marginalized they're still to be
though valued by some, secretly
for knowing things like poetry
is not considered cool
And I'm a bloody fool
to think you want to read such tripe
that I ceaselessly feel the need to type
after one too many Chai's
( and an inner need to dramatize)