Ode to Displacement - Shakespeare's Monkeys

Ah - you got me there Leanne - I really wasn't expecting irony from such an esteemed antipodean ass-licker as yourself...
fubahr huh? Literary geek-speak finally gets layered!

Olda-guise, no depreciation there - neither love nor reality is allowed to interfere with my terminally cynical perspective...

Derma - yes/no, formulaic is a description that could be aptly applied, you fastidious piece of shit - how dare you cast apsersions on my literary prowess, and other expressions of delusional outrage...in my defence, it is my first Sapphic - I'm attempting to write at least one of each of the classic/conventional forms in an attempt to familiarise myself with metrical stuff. I've read a few examples of Sapphic verse recently (Isaac Watts comes to mind, unfortunately) and I've found it [euphemism alert!] extremely challenging to find examples that read the way I imagined 'lyric poetry' would, with some degree of rhythm and cadence. I guess I ended up with a kind of 'sing-along' structure that I thought might effect a contrast with the subdued undertones of the material - but I guess that's a non-starter. Anyway, let me know when your brain re-engages - I need some notice so I can run for cover...

Shan - no, nursery rhymes are not per se regressive - it's more about the way they're used strategically in the context, by the dipshit that wrote this stuff...but yes, it does read like it's part of a different poem - that first line is the only instance where 'I' am explicitly 'present' and involved, and is meant to represent, amongst other things, a 'wake-up' call, and at the same time, the opposite - if that makes any sense. No? Ok - I guess 'sheer unbridled insomnia-inspired lameness' is a time-share excuse you'll just have to let me occupy for a while - I'll pay in reciprocated compliments :>