First:
And as the world turns,
my soul forever burns
for in my life, the final exclamation
will be my eternal damnation
In the eyes of a Saint
my life-line grows faint
Can my ability to rhyme
be considered a crime?
I would write another rhyme
But I have run out of time
for I fear
that the end is here.
The days grow dreary,
as my body gets weary
from this barrage of pain
and this barrier of disdain
there is an everlasting flame
Which I cannot hope to tame.
Second:
Please don't censor me
for I really not need be
I don't desire fame
and still I take the blame
for things I didn't do
boy, this situation sure isn't new
Some accuse me of being stupid
Please don't get struck by cupid
or you'll fall in love with that statement
and find out how fast you can meet pavement
it would be quite a fall
I guess I wrote another rhyme, after all.
Third:
I have quite the extensive knowledge of words
bigger than a large flock of birds
with these words I can work magic
creating stories, sometimes quite tragic
it's like the words and I got married in a steeple
and heres another rhyme, for all of you people.
