Sestinas+Give+Me+Nightmares-+Monica+Mooney

__Sestinas Give Me Nightmares__ By Monica Mooney

I hate this form of poetry. It is tedious and I'm not just saying that because I'm lazy. To put it simply: sestinas make me crazy. Before I continue I have a confession, Sometimes when I write sestinas I hear words Voices in my head telling me that sestinas are the cause of my nightmares.

Sometimes I try to stop these nightmares. I'll even sing Taylor Swift karaoke to silence out the words But its no use. I could just go to sleep if I took Zzquil, but I'm too lazy. I can't smell, my vision is hazy, sestinas make me crazy.
 * Each night, hundreds of limericks I write poetry. **
 * Sestinas make my mind as scattered as the ocean in a tropical depression **

Now this doesn't mean you can start calling me crazy Or else I'll be the cause of your nightmares You should fear me and my scary poetry. (Just kidding I won't actually do that, I'm too lazy)
 * I'll be like a sestina and be the cause of your depression **
 * But... watch your warning, heed my words **

Tell me; as you're reading, do you hear the random words? Are you hearing the voices? Starting to think that you're crazy? You can't stop reading now, don't quit, don't be lazy The answer to what's hurting you and me, is hidden in poetry Take your aggression out on this monster, before you lose it to your depression
 * Don't run for help like a little boy frightened by his nightmares **

you may even enter a serious clinical depression Fight the evil sestina, a weapon of mass destruction is in your own poetry People will say "fighting a poem? Sounds rather crazy..." But remember all your pain, sleepless nights and sestina nightmares Fight till the death of sestinas, don't give in, don't be lazy.
 * Give in and you'll be as sad as a defeated knight after a long duel **
 * But you can find your weapon and shield; your pen and your words **

So lets recap: I don't hate sestinas because I'm lazy But because they are the bane of my existence, the cause of my depression Can't you imagine my pain, my seemingly never-ending nightmare I beg of you, ease my pain. Stop this horrifying construction of lines and words Please let me peacefully divorce this insane form of poetry.
 * Like spouses in a bad marriage, sestinas are making me crazy **

Let's make haste and not be lazy, fight with our clear minds and strong words With our muscles of steel we can fight our depression and prove we're not crazy. Mr. Barra, you can easily end our nightmares, just assign other types of poetry.