Poem with too many complex rhymes. it’s kind of a shit poem

Poem with too many complex rhymes it's
Kind of a shit poem

Skate shoes and scape goats
Bearded mean with shaved throats
I walk around with the same
Hope that my mother does she gave it to me
Nose rings and old things
My uncle Joe sat in the
Cold and slowly sold things one by one
The sun isn't welcome here
At least it seems that way
Or perhaps an old transgression made
By this part of the
Earth made the sun uninterested in
Spending much time here
Shining only enough each year to
Remind us what we're missing
You can't eat a poem and dharma
Can make for a marvellous excuse
Here I am again, alone in the city