Tossing and Tortured 'Till Dawn

I come back to you now, at the turn of the tide.

Saturday, June 04, 2005

I think in this nonsense, my friend, don't you see?
And that's why those such as you challenge my sanity.

the words may be simple, the rhymes not too long,
but at least it's more dense than some popular songs,
either way, I have found, it's a strange malady,
I can't help but plod along in this silly off-key

A meter with a name I've never bothered to learn,
even though, on their own, the pages still seem to turn.

And I'm stuck in this place, with my 'learning' and 'turning,'
YOU try to rhyme "Neoconservative Thatcherism."

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home