Rhyme

It’s titillating
Almost
To find words that fit
That sit
Well with you
With me
The reader
Is holy
And slowly
All they require
Are rhymes
But
That
Right there
Is a problem
You see
Because I
Cannot
Rhyme for naught
Its difficult
A miracle
For certain words
To flow
To grow
In a way
To stay
With their matches
In perfect harmony

See
That’s what I’m saying
I can’t rhyme
The time
Is against me
Like a flea
Consistently
Hammering away
At my resolve
To not burst out laughing
Because
As you see
This isn’t me
I can’t rhyme
It’s too hard
To be a bard
And make
Soliloquies
In complete fucking
Iambs
Pentameters
Oh god
And there’s more
But that’s besides
The point
Because I can’t
Rhyme
Can’t find words that fit
That sit
In perfect harmony
You see?