A matter of great Import...

To what shall I this sibling impute
Second in the family of rhyme
The first child to many ears seems cute
The younger a waste of time?

Ah! But the Book has me indentured!
The hour unsuited to put up fight.
But please, spare me your unkind censure
It is for need that I indite.

I am, veritably, in the house of I
Where Insularity seems to play with me
Too big this place for my narrow grasp,
I am too long interloping! Help me flee!

Today, Creativity gambols with Intransigence
While Inimical is herself to me
I could perhaps for your dint indemnify?
Are you free for coffee?

Okay... first off, sorry.
Second... I'm desperate... Clearly
Third... the theme of this one is how the words in 'I' are a bit too tough for me to digest. Ergo, this second in hopefully a short series of poems... And though you people really should blame Barron's for doing this to me, I understand it IS a bit less creative than usual, so I'm more than happy to make it up to you. Coffee? :)