I can't fathom
Why the rhythm
Of this poem
Is so random.

It throws me into an angry spasm,
Boils my very cytoplasm,
Turns it into ectoplasm,
My creativity falls into a chasm,

And all of my protoplasm
(Including all my neucleoplasm)
In my entire organism
Can't think of another word
With 'asm'.

The End

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