Ultimatum

This occasion I will be quick use all my every wit and trick fast as a shooting star I will follow, like a mammoth comet I will cut through and not wallow in the dark, lighting the sky, a rabid Solar Firefly! Constant in my blazing pursuit, though the heavens are replete with obstacles thick, I will remain slippery slick – sliding over the thin weaving fearlessly through the thick, taking leaps and bounds like trumpeting elephants making raging sounds – God knows this muse of mine will know no rest! – tired of word-salads, cutesy at best! – Give me something of your monarch title worthy, and not continue to deplete my precious poetic time by offering me another bowl of mushy, flashy, sentimental-card-like, low hanging fruit, overripe rhyme – or you're fired!!