Poems Futuristic, Romantic, and Painful🧨💔

RHYMES WITHOUT LINES

I’m killing you with drilling,
Feeding and filling you with
Rhymes in your head.
I urgently need to be fed
With gummies which still
And soothe minds with
Funny crap most folks
Don’t even laugh at.
Oh well, drats for that!
I don’t really like to joke
Since I’m hopelessly broke,
And hope doesn’t float!

That’s all she wrote
Since I’m not here to
Promote myself; I prefer
To actually hide my hell,
Not kiss and tell,
And not pass mustard
By being so crass as
To mention the passing
Winds of long-trapped gas.
If you opine about the why
I’m not fond of Scatology,
I’m publicly acknowledging
I had class in the past,
But those days have passed.