At times I like to talk in rhyme
but I don’t do that all the time.
It is usually better to modulate the voice
to speak in dulcet tones and airs of choice,
crooning tremulous or chortling mellow esteem,
rather than utter harsh or bitter raucus noise.
At times I chatter on and on in circles,
filling the air waves with clever syllables;
other times it makes no sense
to be anything but candid and specific
and speak the truth as I see it–
in common talk without terse rhetoric.
They hate it when I enter into lecture mode,
with details boring and useless conjecture,
with no practical purpose than to bode
ominous warnings of dangerous textures…
forming like storm clouds just out of sight,
but they heed not well-meant casts of light.
“We don’t want to hear it–we’ve heard it before
and by now we can stand no more!”
Far better it is, they think, to pay more attention
to demigods with nebulous, half-baked intentions–
who purport to make new and promising mention
of innovative ways to improve the nation.
So, at times I like to talk in rhyme,
but I don’t do that all the time…
even though that rhythmic cadence
tends to bring more nods from an audience.
They like their facts much better when couched as a joke…
or resembling a limerick–or maybe Karaoke.
© Sometimes, 2016