I Ramble.

I've been doing this ridiculous thing
Where I try to rhyme everything I write
And I'll probably inadvertantly do it again
As I write with this purple pen.

And there it goes
The dubious trust
The ink doesn't splatter
The pages don't combust

I have a fixation
With framing words about words
Trying desperately to be a poet
Someone honest... to be heard.

But mostly I sit and slowly type away.
Wishing I could phrase
All the clever things I want to say.

And at the end of another ryhme
My hands starts to cramp
Something benign.