People write narratives,
Poems and songs,
Novels and mysteries,
With clever ploys,
Tales and chronicles,
News and reports,
Myth, fables, parables
Of various sorts.
I write to keep my hand
Busy at night,
To give my heart a rest
‘Till morning light.
Tragedies, comedies
Dramas and farce -
My writings, on the other hand,
Are quite sparse.
No great plots here,
Texts are not terse.
Butchering mercilessly
Simple blank verse.
Love is not raw enough,
Hate is not cold
Confusing metaphors
Are getting old.
Try, as I might, to be
Straight and pristine,
My wild poetry is
Just obscene.