Rhyme Poem by Thomas Ware

Astound the hound who bounds around,
The evil tree,
Whose knee is ripe with misery,
And woe, for woe, for woe is me,
So let's just see,
Whose misery is greater,
You or me.

But before that,
I'll rhyme inside your mind until you're blind or dead inside,
Tit-for-tat,
I rhyme sometimes but always find,
That hindsight shows that you're behind.

And you are blind,
If you can't see I'm always right,
Except when I go left,
For the warp and weft of life,
Is rhyme without reason and reason without time,
And so I'll rhyme inside your mind until you're blind or dead inside,
And then we'll see whose rhyme is stronger,
You or me, for the line is ever after getting longer.