Just enough thought for four or so lines,
Beyond becomes manic disorganized chaos,
Where meter expires and ceases to rhyme,
And flaws become bigger without any payoff,
Look now he fumbles his words turn to mumbles,
The stanzas they change as he struggles for air,
His lines are a jungle of phrases in jumbles,
He hasn't a thought and you haven't a care.
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