Nearing exhaustion, got one more in me

Slumped over a kitchen table scribbling

It’s something crude like Conker’s Bad Fur Day

Please do not act prude, like you’re not dirtaayy

I’m no one special, let’s do a fact check

I’m just a guy with Internet access

Plus penchant for spinning the prosaic

Revitalizing structures archaic

How boring is the perenial view?

Perespective anew, millennials too

Can wax poetic, the digital age

For some has replaced the pen on the page

Was hooked on Phonics, now hooked on sonnets

Write honest with a hint of Ebonics