Apologetica

I apologize
For making half rhymes
It's a habit I can't break no matter how I tries
 
Hope you pardon me
When you hear me sing
Like a scratchy vinyl record or a gagging geek
 
I'm so sorry for
How I play guitar
Got no rhythm when I strum and fingers fumble chords
 
All apologies
For my deficiencies
Please excuse me while I flush my latest master-piece

This poem is about: 
Our world

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