THIS RHYME IS A CRIME

My brain it won’t stop thinking in rhymes.
Is there a psychological title in these times?
My brain it won’t stop thinking in rhymes!

Must every sentence be part of this poem
everywhere I go, not just when I’m home?
Must every sentence be part of this poem?

My mind is spinning out of control
and my body is falling into the hole.
My mind is spinning out of control!

I’ve entered space and am passing the moon
singing all the while my mysterious tune
I’ve entered space and am passing the moon.

What’s happening to me as I move my lips
when I feel the universe floor as it rips.
what’s happening to me as I move my lips?

I’m torn apart as my rhymes bounce back
as they hit me like a kind of flack.
I’m torn apart as my rhymes bounce back!

I’ll go upstairs and bury my head
under my pillow upon my bed.
I’ll go upstairs and bury my head.