A poem I wrote inspired by recent events in my house

Eloquent Idiot Bard

O, eloquent idiot bard,
Burning on into the night.
Dreams three feet deep,
Groping at tree branches and imagining highways,
Drinking up the spice mulled wine in August.
Here’s where your branches lead.
They tangle into great yarn balls in the grandiose darkness.
You cast a line into your beloved abyss
And come up with a crappie.
Dumbass.