Sputtering Poet & Response to Critic

Sputtering Poet

I’m not energized for writing verses,
The pump is sputtering and I feel tired.
I’m at the opposite of being wired
And wordsmithing might record reverses.

Poet hasn’t written anything decent
In a while. Versing when not inspired
Might not be best: it might get mired
In phrases clearly not by muses sent.

Nonetheless sparking poetic synapses,
Though inspiration is at low voltage,
Spurt juice enough for rhyming wattage:
Inferior stanzas are better than total lapses.

As mother tends ill child though she’s dying,
Poet nurses verses through feverish crying.


@JCred: I once wrote a better poem. with my dick. RT @elmonte09: Sputtering Poet

To Critic With Poetic Phallus

I’ve no envy of your penis poem,
Poet with a literate peepee,
Even if your versed member be
Quite able to write and type ‘em.

Casting verse in twitter stream
Risks judgements such as this.
I’ve dark wish for poetic bris:
Foreskin editing, my scheme.

Just cut the tip of flaccid rhyme
Introduced by your witty penis:
Not converting David into Venus
Yet with cut rate snitch in time.

Dear critic with cultured phallus:
I’m not macho: I bear no malice.