For me the last line is hilarious. It reminds me of something I'd call "artistic self-sabotage" where you realize the idea/structure you are building is constricting you and you just say "fuck it." It's almost proving to yourself that you're the master of your creation and have primacy over it. And/or asserting your dominance over expectations and structures.
The piece was whimsical, nice puzzle, reading it out loud is fun. The ending of the second stanza was a nice manifestation of overthinking thought in an interesting, if jarring/very meta way.
Overall nice piece, embodies what I think poetry is, an experiment in the present moment that in some way captures a piece of the inexpressible from the unique lens of set/setting/mood/state of consciousness at the time of writing.
Thanks for the great comment (making my initial comment where I asked for feedback look all the more paltry and suspiciously brief).
You're definitley right about feeling the need to subvert expectations, but I think that need to show dominance is mixed/caused with/by an artistic insecurity, like any criticism is given distance by the fact "yeah well I said fuck it first so"haha. I still feel like it works here though, and I have no desire to go further rhyming thought w/ thought.