DANTE'S IN-FOR-BORE

“Midway through our life’s journey, I went astray”

Instead, “midway through AP class nappings”

I awoke to the ramblings of an outcast Roman I say.

Hellish hear from room vents lightly lapping

edges of my consciousness ascend dreamspace 

Barely so I manage to prevent collapsing

From a Tale told tall well by he who calls himself 

a poet, no, all I hear is idle prattling patter

From one revered, seen in idle veneration, I tellst 

All that his logic abhorrent. And rather,

To me its sinfully superbly sanely sensical 

how he was cast clear away from Rome as a bother.

How sad his cusp and pinnacle

Is within fantext pre text of hell

He only wishes he could be as cynical.

Watch me! I can be just as lyrical

Dante’s one-upped me on meter, but i don't dwell

Because the iambic english for me is too nonsensical.

Between monday and friday’s bell,

I can write just as good of an heroes arc n fall

So why don't I just go to publish, let it sell?

Sixth Dante finds, the company of great lyrics call 

Homer Horace Ovid Lucan Virgil, what? your own?? Hahahe!

Well, name drop people you’ve never met in your drawl.

He hadst not even guts to speak to Lady Beatrice!

Immortalized love in your own musings and dreams

paint a picture of her, your savior in secrets.

DAMN I say, what a parody bore, 

All chapters play the same scraping tune

People inviting him to parties? probably partly a chore

You might as well send me with your heretical

i’ll see you there too, Poet the Dante, in eight

Designer of his own hell, oh ill laugh like fanatical

Mister teacher teacher do I get extra credit

For trying not to slump over, pass away,

From sloughing through such conflicting text? Oh let it

Go! This is utter nonsense!

I promise not that I'll live through this read.

If die and end down there sent

Because i payed not much heed

To ratty warnings of a dead rambling weirdo

Don't bother to send a told-you-so postcard, no need.

Hell is with Dante's illogical hero.