Parody in my work brings the salty funny.
It provides no exaggeration's seed money.
But, it gives me no limitations to deflect.
My exaggerated word choices a comic effect.
It wrecks the metrical structure of the verses;
Like a hoarse COVID voice, the versification inverses.
I need an elbowroom to give me a wide berth.
Relieve parole to my otiosity, the loathing sloth.
Prosody for my songs gives the high.
The cadence effect parody in the intellect;
makes a thinker give a blameful sigh.
Things shamefully now are a whole mess.
Idle hours from my Muses works no success.
I have my faults, but I have not learned.
My mistakes are now my literary style earned.
Give freedom, give me room to stint a pen.
Let freedom ring🤗