The Days of Rhyme

There was a beautiful sunshine in the city today,

You know the kind of sunshine that makes you want to kiss the girls,

Have an ice cream, lay on the grass,

All those non commercial things.

I like days like these.

These are dangerous thoughts my friend.

You know these thoughts make you want to escape from your screen,

Read a book; take a walk with your friends,

 I like thoughts like these.

I live in my virtual world and I need to escape.

Sophisticated poetry will be questioned by the need of approval.

If it makes a rhyme, you are lost; no one will believe your good intentions.

If it doesn’t make a rhyme and you have a good circle of friends you might as well be lost.

Better not to make a rhyme and have an apartment in the bohemian part of town.

That might work.

Now, that I have explained myself can I go-go back to my beautiful sunshine?

Do not judge me!