It's a sign

When I look back upon my verse
It's always with a sense of shame
I can never make things rhyme (?rame)

No matter what I try to think
To speak in words or write in ink
It's the same thing in my mind —

It's a sign!!!

At school they taught me how to be
So clear in thought and word and deed —
They didn't quite succeed!

No matter ...

It's a sign!!!

Everything I've ever said, every word, every line
All that I keep repeating all the time —

It's a sign!!!

Father forgive me, I tried to understand it
I read through deconstruction
Not knowing therein lay destruction
Whatever you taught me, I didn't believe it
Father, you formed me, 'cos I didn't care
And I still don't understand it

So I look back upon my verse
And it's always with a sense of shame,
I can never make things rhyme (?rame)

It's a sign!