Read between the lines,
Or decipher the space between ideas?
With a list of idioms on the tongue
I could make the nonsense sound ideal.
As long as the words rhyme
Then  no one cares about the content
Or the context clues of word placement
In this one man contest.

I'm the image of a screen print
Painting vinyl language on your eyelids.
I've been blessed with the gift of gab
Or cursed to forever feed the iris
With lies of idiopathic rhythm
Like the to and fro of dreams
Let me still the R.E.M.s
By absorbing all their screams.

Ramble on and on, along the lines
The true nuance of a scribbler
Let me ink the words a little darker
So you can **"get the picture."