Poetry ‘Plosion

People are writing villanelles,
But I still have much work to do.
My schedule has gone all to hell!

Dust bunnies gather in the stairwell,
Bill collectors are getting rude,
And another poet posts a villanelle.

Roses bloom, but I’ve no time to smell–
I’m late, excuse me, let me through!
My schedule has gone all to hell.

Wish I could sit and think for a spell,
Maybe come up with a verse or two–
Like those bastards posting their villanelles!

Best not to obsess and fret and dwell,
Lest I become completely unglued;
My schedule has gone all to hell.

How do I exit this carousel
And get in a poetic mind of mood?
I’d like to write a damn villanelle,
Since my schedule has gone all to hell!