A Bombastic Endeavor With a Plethora of Quagmires.
If women are dames, then they are very nearly dimes,
Which makes less cents than men, who by all means, are quarters.
Which makes no sense at all, even with clever rhymes.
One thing I've observed, people serving as my reporters
Is that while one cannot buy love, No matter the number they write,
One can certainly pay heavily for it, leaving naught but a hole.
The end is inevitably the same, regardless of what is wrong or right,
But what a quagmire it makes, razing a part from what was once whole.
Which makes less cents than men, who by all means, are quarters.
Which makes no sense at all, even with clever rhymes.
One thing I've observed, people serving as my reporters
Is that while one cannot buy love, No matter the number they write,
One can certainly pay heavily for it, leaving naught but a hole.
The end is inevitably the same, regardless of what is wrong or right,
But what a quagmire it makes, razing a part from what was once whole.
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This is a deviation from one of the last few I posted, I amended it so that it has more wordplay in it. Tried to keep a message and some flow in it still, But I don't think I was very successful at it. I was more focused on the words and to a lesser extent, the syllable count. Feedback is appreciated!