Here's Something!

Here's a poem I wrote for this class I'm in. It's a poetry class. This is a villanelle, a poetic form that repeats the first and last lines of the first stanza in such a way that a portal is triggered to the dimension Boredox, allowing Boredoxians to invade and run amok, shooting you with lasers that make you fall asleep. Enjoy!

Advice to a Wayward Father

A prostitute is not a proper gift
For a young man when he becomes sixteen,
Even if his ego needs a lift.

Do not find her records. Don’t try to sift
Through them to make sure that her body’s clean.
A prostitute is not a proper gift.

And if you do, don’t accommodate thrift.
A tart(though skillful, yes) whose face is mean,
Even if his ego needs a lift

Will only help to spread a wider rift.
Just buy the kid a dirty magazine.
A prostitute is not a proper gift.

Strewn-about tissue, a broken stick-shift,
There’s more to this than you or I could glean.
Even if his ego needs a lift,

He’s not prepared. I hope you’ve caught my drift.
Please put down the phone. Don’t call that Korean.
A prostitute is not a proper gift
Even if his ego needs a lift.