BUTTS ARE FUNNY

Ode to Publishing This %$#@ Book

Sonnet

When in the Spring I sit to type some more I look to nature, envious AF Because I am half-robot and half-whore To the tyranny of words and dull luck; I tell myself King and Shakespeare did it, Wrote scenes with Pennywise and ghostly kings And published, and no one will forget It — So what’s stopping me, except these three things: First, my ass is numb despite the cushion And next, no one said it would hurt like this And last, it’s just me who’s out there pushin’ This narrative, like rockstar Sisyphus The truth is writing all depends on what I’d call the heroism of the butt.