A Glitzy Villanelle 
 
I skirt the edge of sunless pits 
To catch the dazzle of the day.
I blitz my bleakest hours with glitz.
 
I sidestep snits and hissy fits
From pissy posses in dismay.
I skirt the edge of sunless pits.
 
I seek the spangled, star-lit hits
Of sparkle on my moon-kissed way.
I blitz my bleakest hours with glitz.
 
When life is getting on my tits
And frazzled nerves begin to fray
I skirt the edge of sunless pits.
 
I tiptoe past the bitter twits
To glittered glades where fireflies play.
I blitz my bleakest hours with glitz. 
 
While fussers suffer shattered wits
And gassy asses beef and bray
I skirt the edge of sunless pits.
I blitz my bleakest hours with glitz.

Susan Jarvis Bryant

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