An ode to the free,
Here’s a rhyming tree
Of lines that make no sense at all!
Why’re you reading this at all?
My lines are mundane
Ain’t using my brain!
But fantasizing about you now
You’re reading nonsense! Ee Hawn ACK ChoW!
Still in this vein,
It’s just a game!
Can’t stop writing can’t say anything right,
This page was much better off being white.
Gone through the motions,
There’s nothing more I can say to you
A rhyme about nothing and you read it through.
You must be really free.