It’s cardboard, the end of the lines
All out of room, all out of rhymes
I propose I speak in verse
It might sound better, instead of worse
I’m 50 rages in, all handwritten
My muse can be a lion, not just a kitten
My heart and soul, my blood and guts
In between them, I all go nuts
The cardboard is strong; I have to write hard
Holding everything steady until the last card
Lady Luck please be good to me
Be the hole card I need to see
10/27/25
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
It’s cardboard, the end of the lines
All out of room, all out of rhymes
I propose I speak in verse
It might sound better, instead of worse
I’m 50 rages in, all handwritten
My muse can be a lion, not just a kitten
My heart and soul, my blood and guts
In between them, I all go nuts
The cardboard is strong; I have to write hard
Holding everything steady until the last card
Lady Luck please be good to me
Be the hole card I need to see
10/27/25