Sounds like this Fugazi song called "Porch Donkey".

Almost. That first line troubles me. Sooooooooo, I'll will only vote a -10-

People are giving this a hard time, but I rather like it.

And wilco, you've succumbed to cliche. Is this the normal generic prescription for the average joe or what man? BOO! Rude and happily profane, Your ranker jester.

Verse 1 is a summation of the comments on Recyclet Stardust. Verse 2 is anti-love Verse 3 is is a measure of love, and hard to associate with verse 2 Maybe love is the cliche, and this is the answer. Not bad.

Especially like, "All I have is desperation, and sometimes that's enough to get by on."

I like it all but "confined to." why not give her a choice?

"I am raw sugarcane for the eyes," is a great line. If only the others were. Line 2 is a question mark.

INSIPID Lovely, but I've just had a bath where waters slap across one's bits.

It rarely happens but I occasionally Freudian slip my way to the truth. "I rarely happens" is much more telling than the very necessary last stanza and the act of looking at the keys. Maybe "I Rarely Happens" is a poemranker classic in the making not unlike my highly acclaimed "Rewrite in Progress."

INSIPID A delicate balancing act.

A good story. Some shortening might improve impact. Verse 2 might go: A tiny fly walks In stale alcohol And poignant tears I dunno, play with it.

You make me a believer. I thought the poem was about a "pinon lamb." It took two reads to understand why the ravens were crapping on the lamb and then Epiphany! It's about trees and nature and all that stuff. I am a city person, I have no idea what you're talking about. But what you say is Bloobyful, excuse me, beautiful.

Not bad but you should avoid cliches such as "beyond a shadow of a doubt" and "damaged goods" and "universal truths." Oh, also "any way you put it." Be original as much as possible.

I think you should change "By winter’s glistening jewels" to "By winter's glistening jowls." It would make the poem flow more beautifully.

This is a tour bus to Uranus if I've ever seen one, and I have... Toured Uranus.

A bit heavy in adjectives especially the opening line. Could do with a bit more happening with them e.g my pidgeon toes creep..., my bird-narrow eyes watch... etc. From line four onwards this is pretty good.

INSIPID This poem is quite wondrous.

INSIPID Full of the pale rousing breaths of morning.

feels firm - the rhyme closes it well.