The prompt this week was “Nicolas Cage,” so I wrote a goddamn poem with his name in it.
Prompt: “Nicolas Cage”
Writer on the trash talk; I’m ripping the page,
Your blog’s faded from glory like Nicolas Cage,
So I drop something hot and it triples your rage,
Subliminal word criminal on a minimal stage,
Out with the old blood; I’ll cripple the sage,
And you new fucks are frazzled, can’t dribble or play,
I’d still do this for pay of mere nickels a day,
I do it for the love, fuck minimal wage,
I taunt you, lock onto you, my missile’s engaged,
Can’t hold a reader; “they’re too fickle,” you say,
While my bookworm groupies all giggle and say:
Fred does it for the love, he tickles our (CENSORED) brains.