(rhyming free verse — sort of) — Ostensibly, I’ve arrived
with rhymes, contrived
My rise you’ve denied,
and so dies my pride. Predictably, I’m outside
by myself, looking in
All I see are downsides,
and a jar to put them in. Inexplicably, I fill it
and tightly twist the lid
We are inseparable;
joined together at the hip…