You tell me to rhyme, full-rhyme / half-rhyme / near-rhyme, r-h-y-m-e You tell me to squeeze another inbetween, within my cleverly constructed theme: internally You tell me to echo, bounce the words I cannot see, echo them vowels; the consonants infrequently You tell me much but I stress much too, my stanzas crumble into words, unrelating / frightening words You tell me, I listen to the visions emitted, expecting the next hurdle will brand me word murderer
