There's no rain in a rainbow
Even less hope in hopelessness
You can lose a lyric poem in a synecdoche
But your soul can still sing
I write rhymes that don’t rhyme
So I pick pocketed a poet
Found his metaphor and cashed it in at the pawn store
Bought a noun for a dollar and sixty-seven cents
The sense in my verbal existence spent
Even less hope in hopelessness
You can lose a lyric poem in a synecdoche
But your soul can still sing
I write rhymes that don’t rhyme
So I pick pocketed a poet
Found his metaphor and cashed it in at the pawn store
Bought a noun for a dollar and sixty-seven cents
The sense in my verbal existence spent