Another One Bites the Dust

I threw out a poem today.
I just didn’t want to waste any more time on it
while I’m marching in the good old way.

Ok.
I wore your Easter bonnet,
and I got down on my knees to pray,

but I’m just a clay
pigeon, pox upon it!
I threw out my poem today,

not because you’re tired of listening to me go on this way
(I’ll keep talking if I want to, God dong it!),
but to keep marching in the good old way.

And I feel sort of ready to begin today,
but I’m pretty disaffected, to be honest.
I threw out my poem today

because I was sure the cat was going to pee
on it.
So, to keep marching in the good old way,
will I have to throw out this poem too?