The Object of Poetry Betrayed

     The Object of Poetry Betrayed

He starts off rhyming but he flops to slime

Of almost rhyming:  “oily” rhymes with “me”

Supposedly.  This failure comes from “crime”

Of laziness.  He thinks that, shiftless, he

Can shift and chop and change.  He can, but why?

The lurch from rhymes to near rhymes does not make

The poem better.  It just flops.  Why ply

The trade of poetry by using fake

Rhymes, near rhymes, slant rhyme, when you started off

With true rhyme?  No improvement comes from this.

The “poem” starts to slide.  It starts to cough.

The outhouse hole prepares itself for piss.

  A wiser way would be to crumple words

    And start again instead of using turds.

Phillip Whidden