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