Fuck The Prose

Fuck the prose
I wanna punch it in the nose
For it failed me
Thank God for poetry
Which never has

If you don't count 
The fact that you can't make 
No money from this thing
Or me at least
Though I have sold
We'll call them books
Well one at least
And multiple copies of the same
As well as yes
A poetry comic
If you will
Because the art was lacking
Like there was none of it
Only covers

So yes it's a fail in that regard
Not that I've tried real hard
To be out there eh
But there's little way
That I can make me a go
With the good of verse
For it's regarded worse
Than mime I'm sure

So it's a shame indeed
That I'm so gifted
In this good art
Which can't play a part
In my success
Like prose it could

At least traditionally
Because I will be sure to write
A goodly bit of verse
When I make my charge
At a million words
With the lot of them
All for public viewing
Which I hope to be doing
For paid subscribers

Because who wouldn't want
To be a helpful part 
Of such a journey
That the goodly film
That's sure to come from it
Will win an oscar or two

At least in my mind
Because I know hard it will be to find
Those first supporters
At least the ones
Who come along
For the full damn ride
But there has to be the first who will 

Though it will surely come
From someone that I have met
And they may come to regret
Their support of me
It will be a fait accompli
And for the most
What's twenty bucks
In the course of a year 

Aye for twenty bucks
You get the full on fish
of a million words
And a thousand drawings
Maybe a painting or two
Since that I want to do
And will have the wherewithal
If enough but answer the call

And if by chance
You wanted the thing itself
Well you could own it yes
For the right good price
Of I don't know
But I'll figure it out
I have no doubt 

Yeah fuck the prose
 I wanna punch it in the nose
Though only as a joke
Because it's coming back
Aye this I swear
For I have a care
To write my tales
And though I'm al about the fails
To finish them
That will end next year
As it's decade new
And I can do
What needs be done
To finish one
From first to last

Or so I promise me
Which is easier in poetry
Because when I write it yes
It's an automatic success
And needs like no damn editing
In mine own head at least
Your mileage may vary

So fuck the prose again
It's poetry for the win
I write it with ease
Can you just love it please
I swear that it's good
And it's here for free
Which is a deal indeed
Plus it's quick to read 

And just because I can
As a goodly Writing Man
A title gave myself
To that I'll cop
As I see the point to stop
Is over yonder
Fuck the prose
Just one more time
For goodly rhyme
Especially the Petrie kind
Is where it's at
And here is where you get it
Not each and every blessed day
But near enough
That you should say
You there Fish
Where my verses at
I've a hankering to read
For you'll get them indeed
It's just a question of when

Though if you asked
Like really nicely eh
I could be convinced
To have the time
Of five a week
Where if you said
This is the time 
By which we want
To read it yes
I could do me that
But only if
You come by the droves

Fuck the prose
I punched it in the nose
Even though I said I was through
With that little bit
I had one more in me
And it felt oh so good
To punch it so
But now I'm done
And I know that I won
As I always do
When I share with you
My goodly gifts
So have yourself
A good old happy day
However much is left
And look to see
More poetry
Come the morrow

Charles Petrie

Date
09-02-19

Time 
12:06-13:40=94 Minutes

Word Count

733