I'm obsessed
With rhyming words
Not in real life, no
In the real world,
Most things don't rhyme
We force them to
Common sense
Has a rhythm
Thus lunatics remain
Misunderstood
In a way
They live in the real world
The one that
Has no rhythm
And maybe
I'd be better
If not for my obsession

Maybe my poetry
Would heal depression
Depression
Like obsession
Has a rhythm
It rhymes with suppression
Suppression
And suppression
Supposedly,
That is the real world
Rhythm is harmony
Perhaps disharmony
Is what it rhymes with
What,
Balances it out

Rhyming is all about balance
Strangest thing is
Rhyming can also be uneven
So can poetry
It all exists after all,
In the real world

Where justice can aid
The guilty
And power is enslaved
By weaklings
Oh look,
It rhymes.

Either that
Or I forced it to.