#rhymejacked

[arefriendsdetectives2]

Most shamefully my swelling heart Decants itself in turgid rhymes Upon you. Blame this Cupid's dart! And choke the bastard for his crimes!

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

[arefriendsdetectives2]

The morning’s overcaffeinated; The afternoon holds no surprise.

One thought and I’m reanimated: The splendour of your naked thighs.

So much coffee this bleak afternoon

Then the thought of naked thighs

[arefriendsdetectives2]

I live inside the internet

And scroll through useless things

All day to help myself forget

The bastards clipped my wings.

I live on the second floor

Which means that if I

Tried to fly there'd be a crunch

Before I brush the sky

[arefriendsdetectives2]

Deliver me, not from the fiend

That lurks without, but that within.

This monster should be quarantined.

Protect me from myself! I sin

And fail and fall repeatedly.

Despite my best intention,

My weakness has defeated me -

I pray for intervention!

Deliver me from myself.

[arefriendsdetectives2]

We must outrun the horrors of Man’s errors,

Evading these disasters, Nature’s terrors.

So quickly now, we’re running out of time:

A verse my friend! A poem now! A rhyme!

we have to outrun the horrors (man made) and the terrors (organic). Quickly, a poem. A poem!

[arefriendsdetectives2]

The seasons grip us like a vice Then one by one their chilly fingers Yield to warmth in place of ice. The touch of kinder weather lingers.

the seasons grip us with whole hands; cold fingers release one at a time to make room for slightly warmer ones that clamp down in their place.

[arefriendsdetectives2]

While segregating firmament from seas,

The Lord addressed the things he deigned to make:

‘You beaky bastards take the sky and trees,

These scaly sods I’m tossing in the lake!’

המים

Divided He the waters then

Commanded of them this:

Of those above bring forth ye fowl

And those below, your fish.

—rudysassafras