In all honesty;
Your rime-ing is excessive,
your topics of little importance,
your poems repetitive.
Yet - there is a silent beauty,
a quiet wisp behind your words,
a small creature hiding in the brush.
A hidden entendre - sewn into your speeches.
It's ever so easy to read the letters,
but the meaning remains hidden.
The power of Sponge is clear.
The power of words is muddy.
Incredible are your ballads, wonderful are your haikus,
and yet I still ask:
"Why, for what, and when?"