Rhymes! Oh poetry!

30 on the phone
20 online
So many poems i've written
In this short time
Most are short
Some are long
But in all
I come undone
Why do i write
And waste my time
When no one reads
My worldly rhymes
They talk about life, love and fears
But most of all they speak of many unshed tears

But what is it with rhymes
Polluting my healthy mind
With ideas of life
For which i have no time
They are artistic crimes
Which force me to fall in line
Asking me to donate my thoughts and mind
For an outcome where i dont gain a dime
But i dont always mind
Sometimes the poems are worth the time
They're not cloudy like a french mime
And instead they have a lesson which they chime
Reminding me to make use of my time