a room for rhyme

some words mean so much in such a small time frame
what does it mean if the meaning isn't quoted from within
some words are relentlessly put away to sleep in shame
no one wants to carry a big "fat", everyone wants a small "thin"

language and rhymes and bills and dimes
we predict futures through our television sets
cars and streets and smoke and greets
citizens walking as their forehead wets

some senses are sensitive enough to be mine and yours
so we sit on our chairs and battle with our eyes
no words are said in this arena, no detours
the smell of our skins will dictate our allies

empty and big and full and small
we predict futures through our television sets
history and past and forgotten and present
soldiers marching as their forehead wets