Oooh you're a naughty mess

a world cast in frost! hughes

f'n'n' passable/ slightly static and poisoned but have barely got circulation moving/ ekootin: seeing red, killing joke/ trick shit, bitch/ now stranglehold, ted nungent/ pecking at caffe schwartz 'n' gaining my bearings/ must write a pome 2joor/ most of the stuff i'v' bin producing d'late smacks of no clear direction and an unforgivable absence of effort/ well, i'm not too keen on effort (most good stuff comes in a flash, thank you muses) but when the muse is abroad some degree application is essential/ and one must write both under inspiration and as a daily grind because both improve the standard of one's work/ and the better acquainted one is with one's trade, the better chance the muse has of being represented accurately/ nah mean?/