Youngins on YouTube
can rhyme better than most dudes.
Who knew that just out of bronze shoes
they could school you with
enough wit to make you question what you do
and want to be better.
I’m talkin three times as clever,
so that rhyming about whatever
looks like some leisurely endeavor.
I’m waiting for a panzerotto obviously,
that’s why this meandering catastrophe
isn’t actually going anywhere.
No care, just practice here,
while randoms might stare as
they too are too lazy to cook.
So I spend time with my book
because one day I want reason to look
back through these pages
wondering at the mazes
displaying facets of my crazy.
Verily there is no match for me,
even when I’m bored,
I could do this while napping,
on the floor,
for my spinal cord.