Poetic Justice: Without Meter and Rhyme

Without Meter and Rhyme

In a world where even Satan would whine
Where all roads are at an incline
A place where moral quality is at a decline
This is a world without meter and rhyme

In a place where everything smells of pine
Where every cake is a land mine
A place where vending machines take only dimes
This is a world without a meter and rhyme

In a world where there's no twizzlers, only red vines
Where all the yield signs are stop signs
A place where sprite has lemon but not lime
This is a world without meter or rhyme

In a place where love turns to slime
Where every bathroom has a line
A place where clocks can't tell time
This is a place without meter and rhyme