I'm rhyme scheming.
Trying to chime each blob
into shape,
Trying to preserve meaning.
Praying not to break
the precise machining
of every sob.
What a torment.
The worst part made
When great ideas drown
in nonconformance
to the bounds,
the stubborn soreness
of the cage.
But they say
It's disciplinary.
A professional patience
applied to the verbal fray.
Conversations
subject to spays.
How utterly scary.