

FreeflowThe poem it’s flowing it’s gushing it’s growing its sweet essence leading the tip of my penFreeflow
The paper it’s filling its contents distilling the current of thinking my rhythm and rhyme
The rhythm it’s beating it’s drumming, repeating my heart goes to match it in step and in time.
This beauty of rhyming in words so aligning is forcing a joy to my soul known to few
How writers, we glory, in verse and in story in writing so fluid a piece such as this When words are n


A Deep FatigueI'm too tired. Too tired to think of anything Except that the only possible means Of me getting this extra credit done Is to write the student's ace in the hole That's right, McClure, prepare yourself For the back way out, the "art" Of writing free-verseA Deep Fatigue
My skills at free-verse Are second to none at all I'm too lazy to open an internet browser For the purpose of finding a rhyme website So thus, I will write with no rhyme And yet the beauty of this is simply That many would consider this Compilation of what the kids call "BS" To be art at its
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