FLAMING SCMUTZZZ

Write a Pantoum about your bad poetry muse. Minimum 8 and maximum 12 stanzas. Info: "The Pantoum"

* CAUTION...This honestly BLOWS DIRTY DONKEYS...

FLAMING CRAP

Smoke alone in my home, surfing the .net.
I seek inspiration...none found yet.
Light another cigarette; I smoke too much...
Kitty pats my leg, looking for touch.

I seek inspiration...none found yet,
Light up another, stroke my pet.
Kitty pats my leg, looking for touch,
Me thinks my Kitty wants too much.

Light up another, stroke my pet.
Closer to cancer and drowning in debt.
Me thinks my Kitty wants too much,
I must shake loose from depression's clutch.

Closer to cancer and drowning in debt,
remembering everything I want to forget.
I must shake loose from depression's clutch.
Must spit this out and cast down my crutch.

Remembering everything I want to forget,
I begin to download it on the internet.
Must spit this out and cast down my crutch,
find me a muse because I've lost touch.

I begin to download it on the internet,
unsure of the responses I'll get.
Find me a muse because I lost touch,
not some bedraggled, smelly such and such.

Unsure of the responses I'll get,
"They're gonna think I'm nuts, I bet!"
Not some bedraggled, smelly such and such,
I'm struggling with words that end with 'uch'

"They're gonna think I'm nuts, I bet!
It's Pita's fault I'm in this net."
I'm struggling with words that end with 'uch'
Pita's neat-a, this pantoum sucks!

It's Pita's fault I'm in this net,
Sorry girl, this is my worst ode yet!
Pita's neat-a, this pantoum sucks,
I'm sure you're cooler than hockey pucks?

Sorry girl, this is my worst ode yet...
but you're my bad muse so here's my sweat
I'm sure you're cooler than hockey pucks
and cutie-ooty-er than baby ducks.

I begin to download it on the internet.
Light another cigarette; I smoke too much...
Must spit this out and cast down my crutch,
Smoke alone in my home, surfing the .net.

"Your shell-like ears,
your dainty hands
and eyes so black
like frying pans"
-Fred Flintstone.