Manic Mother Mercy

O give me, Manic Mother Mercy,
vibrancy when I get versy.
Beat me, so I wont be boring;
give me wings to send me soaring.

Prompt my pen to pour pure passion,
filled with fervour, help me fashion
rhymes robust, with romance burning,
love-filled lines, not lines for learning.

Prevent my pen from petty preaching.
Taser me, if tiresome teaching
pollutes my page; fling frenzied fire;
damn me with demon of desire.

O make me, Manic Mother Mercy
a penman like your poet Percy.
Ablaze, with summer's scorching season.
I'll burn the devil's whore called reason!

Thank you, Manic Mother Mercy.
I need you when I'm feeling versy
I know you'll heed my prayerful pleading
and make my poems worth the reading!