A Rapid Rhyme
A Rapid Rhyme Audio Poem
The gifted boy chose his chore,
an invitation to toy with others
who bore the pain
from life’s insane paths
a kid big on master plans
he demands the same treatment
& has no fans
in his misty eyes,
he holds the cries
of loves past
too many to name,
none of them would last
Originally published via Twitter as an experiment. This is the last Rapid Rhyme poem I will do for a while. I have had so much fun doing these! Thanks again Peter for the inspiration!
A Cornered Gurl 
My pleasure trE, and it really has been. I’ve enjoyed them very much. I look forward to more some time because I know you won’t be able to stop now!
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Haha. No! I’ll do some later. Thank you!
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