For far too long I have gone without bling–
I want a necklace, I want a ring!
I must work free from the toil of scansion–
I want to live in a honking big mansion!
Little magazines pay so darn little–
It’s hardly worth my blood, sweat or spittle!
Bodice-ripper writers get weekly pedicures
While I and my sisters are left with manure.
I suppose I could work for Mary Kay Cosmetics
and forsake my commitment to cutting-edge poetics.
I’d probably have to get my hair highlighted
If I’m going to sell blusher to the base and benighted.
What am I thinking, I could never survive
as a real estate broker, or work 9-to-5.
I’d best get back to this pesky villanelle
It’s work that suits me though it doesn’t pay well.
“Filet mignon is nice but it just can’t compare to chicken fried rice.” –B. Ling
I fully agree–who’s B. Ling?