Since You Asked

I’d rather pop my ass to Jay-Z

than try my hand at poetry.

haiku, sonnet, villanelle-

I’d rather spend a day in hell.

From Shakespeare to Frost

and all in between;

“Hawk”, “The Waste Land”, and “Annabel Lee”,

All these poems I love to read.

But to waste away a summer day,

even perched upon a weather vane,

(this shit causes me so much pain)

the rhymes don’t come,

I wax and wane.

I’d gladly wrangle nine great Danes,

and eat a dozen candy canes,

while dancing naked in the rain,

to country music:

boot, scoot, twang...

Think I’ll stick

to my own damn thang!

© 2012 Michelle Morin