Time to post something, methinks, but I’m all out of original ideas so here are two acrostic poems in response to the Daily Prompt … the rather appropriate Copycat.
C an’t you just strut your
O wn stuff for once, without
P arading all
Y our convoluted
A s though it came cascading from
T he heart and not your calculating head?
C aptain Beefheart
O nly ever sang and
P layed like himself.
C ould fall
A sleep forever, he warned, dancing
T o the Mama Beat with the in-crowd.