Rhythm and Rhyme,
Shift and Dance.
Sweetness and Thyme,
Swiftness and Glance.
Don't think you can run,
(Rhyme and Dance)
Just because I've won
(Thyme and Glance).
Don't think you can hide,
(Rhythm and Shift)
Just because I'm on the wrong side.
You can't be as Swift
As me, simply by virtue of Street.
Hah! Who are we kidding?
No. Victory isn't that Sweet.
What good does all this killing
Really do us? At a Glance,
None that I can see.
You seem to know this Dance,
So why don't you just join me?
We've plenty of time to Practice,
And I hear Hell could use the company.
YOU ARE READING
Mind's Tales
PoetryIf you're one of those folks that think that all poems need to rhyme, I'm sorry. In any case, this is a simple collection of poems. A few of them rhyme. But most of them don't.
