This rhythm,
Is a rhyme,
But it can be broken,
Like right now.
I just broke it,
Literally right there,
No more words in this poem,
Are going to synch,
By some technique,
Or something.
I don’t always care if my poetry makes sense,
I’m not great at them anyway.
Poems are not my bread and butter,
I can’t even,
Currently,
Eat bread,
For dietary reasons,
Because it causes issues and such,
Well,
Not that bad,
But you get the point.
I’m meandering now,
Probably because I don’t have a rhyme scheme,
For this,
Poem.