This flow of rhyme

This flow of rhyme, unpredictable and mine.
Absurd and meaningful, ridiculous and fine.
Be a witness to every line I each day deliver.
Try to damn this river.
Burn these stairs leading out of the gloom.
Turn these deep green grasses into dunes.
Curse it, smash it with a mace it wont break.
Burn these stairs, these letters and see if you get nearer,
to proving your point or breaking down in tears.
As subtle innuendos rain down , rattle the senses
and render them defenseless. This flow beyond time,
this flow, this appaling style of rhyme.
Using words like this should be outlawed as a crime.
Wont stop it though, heed the Sign.