Let me take a second, to explain.
It's not everyday I'm put into a place.
Between a rock and a hard place, having to try
To structure my words, to make them rhyme.
But I like it.
I like it even though it's a hassel.
Poetry's just that, spiting rhymes like a vassel.
Dependant on this rhetoric kingdom come,
Maybe one day, not your words, but my words will ring,