Version 2: Flying High

[vagabond]

 
What the hell!
Write something meaningful?
All words mean something, dont they?

Or are they simply plucked from our mind,
A gibberish jumble of phrases
Looking to be introduced 
To the Oxford ideal.

If others perceive my words
To be riding on the back of a turtle
Whilst the rain flows towards the Sun
And snow covers the ground,
Do I really care?            that seems a rhetorical question...I mean, if you, posting it, were the poem´s subject..

I like cheesy rhymes with no distinct voice,
That offer choice, a rhythmic election           how does rhythm come with rhyme (per se)?
As to which direction
The readers imagination chooses to take flight.  and how do rhymes help imagination?

I like people not afraid to disagree,
Those that see that standing together,         probably just me but here I have a grammar problem, searching for what it is “those” do  or what it is “standing together” does.. or so.
Forever following the roundabout of hate
Whilst their hearts continue to be broken.

Why must we all be that person 
Who thinks, writes, believes in the obvious.
Chocolate may mostly be sweet but
It can also be bitter.                 hmm, believing in the obvious blindly (as is implied), we don´t all do that. and the fact that choc is bitter when not mixed with tons of sugar and fat, isn´t that kind of obvious as well?
We can all fly like pancakes
On our way to someones plate.       i probably don´t get that metaphor. if i try i d say pancakes do not always land where they´re supposed to.