Kill, Poetic thrill

Poetic license to kill,

Do I have a license to thrill?

Thrill you with my rhymes,

It’s only a matter of time,

Before you fall in line,

Reading in between my lines,

Sounding off like chimes,

Metaphors galore,

Can’t hold back anymore,

You like my stanzas and flow,

Poets glow,

You gotta know,

Because we see the world differently,

We articulate it free flowingly,

Don’t get to close to me,

When I got my pen and paper out,

The way I pull this all together will ..

shock you without a doubt,

Because I’ll give myself the license,

The poetic license to kill,

Just give me the leisure to thrill,

Thrill you with my rhymes,

It’s only a matter of time before you fall in line.