Try this little nonsense rhyme
It might mean something to you, sometime
Decipher phrases, words on screen
And you decide what it may mean.
When posthumously I am famed
This poem will become acclaimed
As one of worth for generations
To be read in schools ’cross twenty nations
If it was some treasured tome
How hurt I’d be, if you then seek
To change it’s meaning as you roam
Through words you think I meant to speak
Then I would shift, my ashes spent
And rise again in sore lament
That you can violate my worth
But think you’ve given second birth!
There never was a secret code
Alas! there was no treasure
What you see is what you get
It’s just an ode for selfish pleasure
To see you squirm for hour
on hour as professors tell you their
opinion of what I meant, but didn’t say
And how my life reflects what isn’t there
Poetic justice has it’s place
And I achieve the perfect crime
To see the flushing of your face
For just a nonsense rhyme
Amanda Sam 2020