Roses are red, Violets are blue
Many poems rhyme,
But this one doesn’t
Many people wish it twas
Even though it inevitably wasn’t
Im obliged to entail
B3, MC Mitt, and the Poet
Make it rain
Shots, we could outdo a dead
Cobain
Whose line anyway?
Whose lying everyday?
Damned to the opposed
Enemies, I take off their
Girls clothes
Because Im as bad as a bee,
They probably think they want to sting me
Many poems rhyme
This one doesn’t
Don’t wish it was
In a world of was nots