Nobody’s checking your rhymes at the stage door.

The audience hears each lyric once.
No rewind. No lyric sheet.

A perfect rhyme tells the ear exactly which word just landed. The story lands. The laugh lands.

Nobody is left thinking, “Wait, what was that word?”

When the song runs on vibe. Pop does. So do the theatre scores that chase that sound.

Those songs are built for the car and the headphones, on repeat. You’re listening for the feeling, not the words.

For the record, hamster has no perfect rhyme. He’s made his peace with it.