The Unbearable Anguish of My Awful Existence, an Un-Sestina in Vague Villanelle Form (A Parody)
My anguish is a private void
And I am slogging through its mire
Don't mock me, or I'll be annoyed
Though my style may be sangfroid
And icy chill replace desire
My anguish is a private void
My passion's iron unalloyed
Fresh-forged from white-hot fire
Don't mock me, or I'll be annoyed
So remember when with me you've toyed
And with cruelty you conspire
My anguish is a private void.
I hope my heartbreak's been enjoyed
And demons dance to your hell's choir
Don't mock me, or I'll be annoyed.
You carbuncle, love's hemorrhoid
When I cry, you always smile
My anguish is a private void,
Don't mock me or I'll be annoyed