Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Alexandrines Mistake

If I could, I would compose in monorhymed couplets
Ad infinitum. I can't. I rant syllabics.
I'm an old, nude, crippled dude gimping in the dark:

If I were good, I should improvise daft paeans
To the gods of goods and man's impotent hard-ons.

But I am bad and not afraid to declare it
Would take a bad God to make life, grin, and bear it.

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