Poem with too many complex rhymes. it's kind of a shit poem

poem with too many complex rhymes. it's kind of a shit poem Skate shoes and scape goats Bearded mean with shaved throats I walk around with the same hope that my mother does She gave it to me Nose rings and old things My uncle Joe sat in the cold and slowly sold things One by one The sun isn't welcome here At least it seems that way Or perhaps an old transgression made by this part of the Earth made the sun uninterested in spending much time here Shining only enough each year to remind us what we're missing You can't eat a poem and dharma can make for a marvellous excuse Here I am again, alone in the city