Old School Challenge
They said I could not rhyme the "old school" way
their words and lack of faith never meant much
when I catch wreck you know they'll rue the day
i'll haunt your sea of dreams, like flying dutch
iambic pentameter can't contain
complexities of my buttery flow
how much longer you ask, for that quatrain
when the clocks strikes midnight- boy you will know
that to challenge a slumbering giant
by first squatting his thumb in a door hinge
seeing: to him all words are compliant
such power, he can even rhyme "orange"
thus you see I am an old school quagmire
mixing rap and sonnets like a shmagshmyre
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