EVERYTHING RHYMES WITH YOUR CONDITION

Artist, Mystic, Slapstick, Lipstick.
Moaney and honest,
honey and mustard.
Petted lip,
potted shrimp.
Standing up,
flopping limp.
Catastrophe!
In the open prison,
willful misquote
and malapropism.
Calamity!
(You voluptuary)
The twitching hour is upon thee!
(But that hole in the hill
leads down to the sea).
Then gouge out your eyes of your own volition,
‘cus everything rhymes with your condition.