I sit on this chair to write rhymes, rhymes of lines that aligns with ma intellects, as my thoughts interject to quickly select or intercept any which would not rhyme, as it wud b a crime to unwind to a line dat does not rhyme wit da line preceding it, so wen reading it, u can predict da rhyme leading it, however i try to cease, to please these readers, however i refuse to rhyme anymore, as Im unsure of what more I can write, despite my insight that what i write might not be right. i'll continue wit a new one after, which will kill u wit laughter