englyn cyrch – Broadcast From the Brain Radio

Graduating tomorrow
In black: a mortarboard crow,
Do tell — does this murderess
Profess to shine or just show?

Light travels farther than heat
Victory’s born from defeat
I’m still here, I haven’t quit–
Journey a bit incomplete

I count out the syllables
For each line’s meter. I pull
Language for each one, unforced —
Of course — as best I’m able.

Clock’s too fast for writing stuff.
Hours vanish in a smoke puff.
Optimism burns my fuel
It’s cruel! There’s not time enough.

That guy you dumb asses chose
That we all want to depose
Doesn’t care about a thing
But snorting you up his nose.