my deepest apologies before you even begin reading. SD 🙂
No Sympathy for the Devil
This original poem must include the prompt “pleased”
but The Rolling Stones have taken over my brain
“Pleased to meet you” repeats unappeased
maybe today I’ve overwritten or am going insane.
I’ll struggle on, do that rhyming thing
hope I’m writing words that aren’t lyrics
that they used to sing.
I could go on, but a lame refrain might follow
making ears bleed and poets cry
(at least it’s not poets dreamed–cause I’d wallow)
from Stones to Mclean’s American Pie
just too much to swallow.