I tried so hard and got so far but in the end

It was just like Linkin Park.

Line by line I write the rhymes sublimely

Word by word, both near and far, and far and near (a Bridgerton reference mid poem, gasp)

And why won’t this idea appear?!

No. Tiempo.

I wrecked the correct check with ink -

What did you expect?

Heck, it’s direct when he inspects my neck.

A taser? No electric to select and elect the speck and trek the gecko and shrek all the way to saving 15 percent or more on car insurance.

Redirect the sound to your ears

For some perfect iambic pentameter.

The waves of words he writes today expect

The use of words he’s used in lines before.

Blank verse. I never said it’d rhyme.

I did in line 3? I must be a liar

or McGyver to fire survivor contestants

out a canon straight into the ocean

to save the damsel in distress

while wearing a dress,

in make up, ready to impress

with a mess in less time

than a rapping slap happy grandpappy

Theme? None.