Did I do any work since lunch?

…NO! Did I write a one-word-per-line villanelle about anhedonia? Yes! Yes, I did!

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WAH
by me, bobbyfiend, the Great Villanelle-Writing Poet Guy

Bleah.
Whine.
Wah.

Yeah;
I’m
blah.

Ska
line?
Wah.

Slaw
time?
Bleah.

Bra
line!
wha…?

Nah.
I’m
blah.
(Wah)

~

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. I’ll be here all week.

(p.s. In case you’re wondering, I’m really not in a rotten mood; it was all about the juicy rhymes. This is variously called “Poetic Licentiousness,” “Terminal No-talent-itis,” or sometimes “lame-a&& hip hop”)

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