Portrait of the artist as a pretend poet

Portrait of the artist as a pretend poet With your skin so smooth As the surface of the moon Your teeth as white as mustard Your scent as wild as musty baboon You are one ugly bastard. With black bags hanging Under bloodshot eyes Straining hard for rhymes Find something sad so someone cries Straining hard for rhymes Then go to your bed With stuff in your mind About how you just can’t do it Then eureka! Better words you find No, that just don’t rhyme with it Every day you check Expectingreplies Surely someone likes your work And suddenly your whole world dies They say your rhyming just don’t work