Poems

Theres a funny way with poems
That i dont just dont get
Rymes limiy what you say
I havnt writen a good one yet

All the rymes they limit you
And stop you saying it properly
Stop you useing the right words
Make you say it diferently

But theres something in them
That makes you stop and look
That beautiful nonsence
You dont get in a book

I realy dont get it
What changes when theres a ryme
Whats the magic thing
That makes you wast your time

And stop to read my poem
And learn about my brain
And then when i write a new one
Do it again and again