rhythm and rhyme

i don't have rhythm nor rhyme in my poetry cuz i'm not a rhythmic element i tell my story best as possible from where i a'm at there's no rhythm or rhyme to this exclusive expose of the expers of exploitation, political prostitution preaching peace around the world while manufacturing mass distructive missiles bloody hypocrites they promised honey and milk for my soul but i am not selling so i starve don't tell me about rhythm and rhyme when i am hungry and angry the system suggests that the more money you pay the further you go, so don't tell me to flow i don't got money to flow to the top i depend on the system like the majority deceived by the materially corrupt and crooket system elect to serve i am hungry and angry Keep your rhythm and rhyme