Iamb the scissors you bastard :@

[rayheinrich]

Look, billy's gone Petrarchan with his snot
-- I have to say, I'm really quite impressed
(but not enough to get myself undressed)
and mucus ain't the only thing he's got.
It may begin to seem there is a plot --
the free verse whores are getting quite distressed
at all these forms -- they're such a bloody test
and we iambics can't resist a shot

But is it only bill's ejaculate?
The screen is blurry but the words remain
and fluids notwithstanding, we insist
you take the time to fully contemplate
the "freedom" lost for such a massive gain...
at least I think it's true (I am quite pissed)

Vis-à-vis lines 4-7:

< Forminista's Lament >*

Ah yes! I crave that bygone day
When words were formed by writ;
Those golden days where none fell sway
To horrid chat and chit.

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*Repeated?: yes; but at least the title's new.