There’s No More Rhyme To Us

Because you know you can
Justifies turning your, "Maybe you wills,"
Into undisclosed actions of, "Already been dones!"
Confusing me to hell!
Gone is the kind, sensitive person
I fell for, once cared for, admired, and
Married.

I do not like us this way!
As luck and success has earned us wealth money,
It has been too easy forgetting
The means we had and the humble wheres we came from.
Let’s make a time machine, go back to the days when we were happier
Surviving off kind charity, the small handouts given of meager bread
Slices.

The structure is right here and in place!
It’ll need smart bits of tiny rearranging
To fix us and our now cruelly broken down fairy tale rhymes.
Take a few minutes,
Hold my hands, close our eyes,
We can, again together, say and renew our long ago forgotten
Wedding vow li…

Know what?
Fuck it!
Goodbye!
Why should a poet even try?
Talk to my attorneys!
The law bards scribing
My quick Mexican
No remorse divorce adios journey!
For this Word-Play-Bliss trip
Now is over!
Querida, hola?
Ahora!
Comprende?
Mi Señora Elorra!