It doesn\'t flow
What you just wrote
It\'s critical--what I now quote
Yours rhymes, expresses feelings though
But hard to read; it does not flow
Where do they go, songs of your soul?
Untold before you let them show
Let words unfold;
Your soul may glow
But I can\'t read them--they don\'t flow
May I be illiterate?
Maybe just a little bit
I\'ve little fits when riddles fit
Between arhythmic bits of written
quips you\'ve scripted, let them slip
into untimely grips, I\'m listless
this just does not flow