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