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:

Incapable-of-speaking-truth-to-power-Mark.

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.