Bopping
Life doesn’t have rhyme.
It doesn’t have any rhythm,
So why should I?
People don’t break into song and dance
This ain’t no Disney movie,
You can’t sing along to no soundtrack.
So don’t tell me none of this, like
“Your poems don’t mean nothing,
Cuz they don’t rhyme,
And that ain’t no poem”.
Life don’t rhyme.
Why should I?
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