Let me take a second, to explain.

It's not everyday I'm put into a place.

Between a rock and a hard place, having to try

To structure my words, to make them rhyme.

But I like it.

I like it even though it's a hassel.

Poetry's just that, spiting rhymes like a vassel.

Dependant on this rhetoric kingdom come,

Maybe one day, not your words, but my words will ring,

DONE.