on the lacking of discipline

i should like to write a poem
with "discipline"
but that whole
'cane -
no pain, no gain *cheesy grin*' thing leaves
me cold
stuttering and in search of something warm to slip my
thoughts into
in too
intuitively speaking
seeking comfort over dis
dat now wants to run away wiv a rap sheet, init?
focus
should i beat my muse or just
accuse her ov
unrulio! beHaviour? save her
from disco-ordinated raves or
throw down these worthless rains of wordish babble-mouth
go south?

*looks down into my cocoa*

coco drifts upon the air
her double C's so pleasing; bare
with me since i'm no disciple
Pliny, though, through process praxis
philosophised - au naturalis