Villanelle

I have to write a villanelle,
A highly constrictive poetic style.
I’d rather be roasting away in hell.

The rhyme scheme’s tough, it gives us hell.
I’ll probably be off by about a mile,
But I have to write a villanelle.

My brain has gone A.W.O.L.
This poem will not be compiled.
I’d rather be roasting away in hell

Than trying to get my body to expel
A poem as slippery as a reptile.
I have to write a villanelle.

My stress over this poem the tarot does foretell.
I don’t think I will ever again smile.
I’d rather be roasting away in hell.

This isn’t very good, but on it I shan’t dwell.
It’s already starting to make me hostile.
I have to write a villanelle;
I’d rather be roasting away in hell.