Good Evening!I’m Robin,Robin the Rhymer,an old-timer,a rhymer of word again thought,an age ancient forget-me-not.I’m a double time on a dime,full-time, old school rhymer,a brief time outstanding time nickel and dime Internal Rhymer!”Oh no!A rhymer?!Is your bit legit…or do you just sit again spit the skit ya get?” settle and no, for sometimes, I actually entrust to the language I spitas I transmit in order to benefit the hypocriteswho seem to admit that rhyme itself…is just a lickety-split well knit bitof counterfeit horse… well, you know the rest!Just look at Dr. Seuss and Bob Dylan besides how they performed the rhyme hoopla. I stand cocky of my rhyme and feel it the same.I’ve been told, I’m a hurricane…a hurricane of rhyme containedfor I drain the pain,train the brain,attain the gain…then re-arrange the strain,from pain detained that was once bound in strain because without the withdraw on the brain, you know, the one that creates the migraine?
And integral from the primary rhyme game.My campaign’s now not in vain…it seems preordained…for it all comes from the same gameas we all forget the trim blame…of fundamental judgment.”I don’t do it! He does it!But if I did it…I wouldn’t acquiesce it!because if I did it…I’ll tell you now…I wouldn’t forbid it!”Judging others seems to be what I’m talking about!
Well, we’ve all done it,we can’t outrun it,we hunt it,confront it,rerun it like we won it…then walk like now without a second thoughtwithout the help to help plot the thoughts we spotto not get inspirited dominion consequential clots and knots within the slots we once thought soughtfrom effortlessly judging others.Let me converse this habit of gamefrom simple judgment I’ve been proud to tame.I now aim this inflame I claimnot for self-acclaim,not to affliction the shame I overcamebut frame by frameit’s been the same game proclaimed.I goal this flame to claim the same by nameby attempting to no longer judge others who play THAT game!
It’s just the counterclaim to the flame of blame I came…to try to explain…in the first placebecause I’m Robin, Robin, the Rhymergive me a subject or topicand I’m prone to rhyme ‘er…(well, apart from being one inside story so, gratify don’t judge me if I can’t come up with the rest to rhyme shield „orange”…)cuz even although I’m Robin, robin the Rhymer,the old-timer,a rhymer of advice and thoughtan age old forget-me-not.the double situation on a dime,full-time, old school rhymer,a brief time prime time nickel and deck Internal Rhymer,
I will continue in my attempt to figure out
a word that rhymes with ”Orange”, no doubt!!!
