The Heat

[heslopian]

I leap straight into metaphor
like a lemming into space.
Words fly and land;
splat! Flat, against a pixellated net.
My similis are oft' misspelt Should that be "similes"? I also think a comma after "misspelt" would help the flow.
unkempt; they're not dyslexic The syntax of this fragment, from the semi-colon to "wrote," is a bit weak, but the internal rhyme with "scrote" is so funny that I can just about forgive it.
but hectic wrote. No time to scratch
my scrote that itches
burning like an on-heat bitch,
hidden inside my pen. This last line feels superfluous.

Overall this is a funny and somewhat insightful poem. Thanks for the read.