I am beginning to get sick of this.
This rhyming shit is getting fairly old.
I try to stop but back in its abyss
I fall—Iambic, free me from your hold!
I wrote a bunch of sonnets and new plays,
and can’t stop writing in this fucking form.
I start a new line thinking that the phrase
Won’t have a bullshit rhyme, but it’s the norm
I cannot write one line without this shit
Good God, it just keeps going—o’, I’m stuck!
I want to try something new and just quit!
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
I am imprisoned by ABAB,
CDCD, EFEF, GG.

—M. Chandler

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