Shall I compare thee to the night
That springs evanescent, our skies alight
Shall I compare you to a comparison?
A (seeming) tautology that breaks our unison
Next, shall I look at you like a man possessed
Self-control, sanity and wit not blessed
A clean beggar but for food, makes behests
What a world, clarity’s a request
In other words, we thrive on opposites
Clean, dirty, black, white, whole and bits
Kiss luck away and don’t play the game
If you’re like this: “-“ you’ll have no gain
Because the strong are rich and white
Ask the academe and things won’t be light
“Jouissance” “dasein” “differance” and more
Expect your nose to smell some gore
In search of clear, we fly above
Because ourselves, we oh so love
But above them all, one seems to be
The mightiest, the smartest tree
Of course, you know, this is just me
But who knows, one days, our lose chains will agree 
Great!
Hey thanks, i sound sophomoric in “unconventionally rhyming” poems, I more usually write in free verse. But this one made me feel proud enough to post it here.