For Good Measure

Who cares about trochees when you’re wasted on wine?

Who needs a dactyl when all words are slurred?

If I drank like I used iambs my liver’d be fine.

Anapest - just as useless but at least a cool word.

Poems with measure just flat out suck

and nobody cares about the author’s intention.

Beautiful rhymes, though, are like a good lay.

Ha, got you! What am I, some kind of rapper?

And in case you just didn’t understand what I meant

you should get a sense of humor or rather just bent.

Too stupid for cross rhymes but still willing to hear

what I think about all this just strikes me as queer.

Counting all syllables is a lousy pastime.

I’d rather write poems that don’t even rhyme.

Three feet are one meter and you just need those

to measure my dick size and not to write prose.