[ WP ] Write a poem that is desperately trying not to rhyme .

I have a magicians hat 
 out of it I pull a orange 
 if I were n't standing I'd be lying 
 no, it's an apple, not an orange 
 
 so I stand upon the stage 
 it's been minutes but seems more 
 stare upon the piercing crowd 
 they're so quiet. I wish they'd be, a little less quiet 
 
 Is it time to pull the dove? 
 she likes it best, oh she who I endear 
 Oh she likes it when I make it vanish 
 then all her worries, go away 
 
 It is pulled with aplomb 
 applause exploded like a, IED 
 And crack a smile to every face 
 it's like I'm at home in this very location 
 
 And onto the grand finale 
 like a pirate in, well, near Kenya 
 I dip into the big glass tank 
 expecting to eventually, come back up 
 
 The chains clasp tight around my hands 
 the music plays, it's a ragtime group 
 I wriggle around, like a worm 
 like a race to the egg, I'm like semen 
 Bubbles rise out of my nose 
 is this the final of my performances? 
 that's the thrill, you never can guess what will happen 
 and that's why I do this 
 Looking over my lady in the eye 
 am I about to draw my last breath? 
 I hope not I'm not ready to depart 
 air escapes my ass, it's a bubble stream of flatulence 
 I panic and thrash as water fills my lungs 
 it's like God is the beetle and I am the, poo 
 he pushing me into a sweet embrace 
 she looks at me, I see her lumpy head 
 I kiss goodbye as I join those who are n't alive anymore 
 Farewell, to thee, the sweet life that was mine 
 I wish you well, hope that you'll be alright! 
 
 
 
 
 
 

