Simile, don't mean a thing to me.
It's like a sober occie, imaginary.
As honest as an elder Hashani,
Taking a knee for a deity.
Oh, simile, don't mean a thing to me.

Metaphor, ought to be thrown out the door.
It's a bumblin' trapeze, whose hit the floor.
A preacher shoutin' outta Mhaldor,
Adorin' slaves claim is not a bore.
Oh, metaphor, ought to be thrown out the door.

Idiom, ther're too damn many of 'em.
Speak of a demon, you're invitin' him in.
Suggest 'em to your kith and kin,
You'll escape by the teeth of your skin.
Oh, idiom, they're too damn many of 'em.

Hyperbole, I used all the rhymes on simile!
What irony! I mean that idiomatically.
To risk speakin' metaphorically,
Now I'm the one prayin' on my knees.
Oh, Hyperbole, I used all the rhymes on simile!

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Glacian, in the year 1007 AF.