Uninspired      he
pimped his muse,
raked lines
to rank high,
waving cigars on TV.

Unrestrained rituals
of quill quenching
in lamb sacrificed.
The resulting work forcibly
fed to students gagging.

Your liver fattened,
you shut the door
for a sanitary escape
until you drag
yourself to back to class.

Your organs fail
the tests of twisted
trends fashionably
flushing joy
off the page.

Years later you scramble
to place the final
stroke. You let them
ruin your tongue.
But your voice       was already shifting.