Mosaic Poem by Stefanie Fontker

I do not enjoy
Writing with stanzas
For it is a lie
More so than the cake
My thoughts are not
So well separated
I am psychotic
Certainly not sane
Everything is mixed
Too much is stuck
To something else
Entirely irrelevant
I do not take requests
My work is my own
You may burn it
If it would please you
But you would catch fire
In less time than these
Abominable verses
And so with these
Jumbled words and
Less than erotic
Sentences I shall
Forever continue
To spread my insanity