LostSole
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Have reason or rhyme,
To rhyme as I do—a lot.
See, it’s my prime obsession,
A lyrical, wordplay confession,
Unknotted words, not for naught.
For each verse that I craft,
These punning paradox raps
Are rhythm algorithms wrought.
Listen, hear my writes right here now,
Words grown from my groan,
With skill carefully honed not caught.
For in rhyme, I transcend,
This rocket ship as my pen—
A lyrical astronaut.
Have reason or rhyme,
To rhyme as I do—a lot.
See, it’s my prime obsession,
A lyrical, wordplay confession,
Unknotted words, not for naught.
For each verse that I craft,
These punning paradox raps
Are rhythm algorithms wrought.
Listen, hear my writes right here now,
Words grown from my groan,
With skill carefully honed not caught.
For in rhyme, I transcend,
This rocket ship as my pen—
A lyrical astronaut.
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