no regrets, cast away recall
cast away away cast away all
painted memories in aerosol
drip my spell upon a wall
Vive la France and Charles De Gaulle
Pour the streets with alcohol
Being bad – meh – that’s my downfall
Screw the good, life’s protocol
Smoke a cigarette, how banal
Rather, maybe, sex in a shawl
Try it once, a free for all
Who knows, maybe you’ll just like
Riding naked on a lighted bike.

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Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt: Day Sixteen: “Today I’d like you to relax with the rather silly form called Skeltonic, or tumbling, verse. In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme. You just rhyme the same sound until you get tired of it, and then move on to another sound..”