Diction


My lines are a construction fraud
Every line I gape at long
Each word is a scrape of wrong

All along a rhyme journey
High time on the mind gurney
My mind on word search
Insane it goes astirred
It's a poem, a simple perch

Find a dictionary
The answer, because words vary
A dancer becomes my lines
Prancing, now my words are crimes

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