IISZ 2018 Challenge #2 - Death by Words

[Lizzie]

One More Time for the Flies
         or
               Steaming Brown Pile

This poem can only end in doom,
in misery and crazy,
or overdose on Hallmark cute,
a victim of my lazy.

There might be serendipity
in this humiliation:
the millstone is my destiny,
a cherished, kooky passion.

The iambs need their harmony,
no tortured rhymes or wrenching!
The forms kiss immortality
when writers' hands are burning.