I hope I'm not too late to join the fun. Here's a rework of an older piece (originally in blank verse).
I shall go home now, where resentment
Has simmered long, where ancient rage
Ferments, where boiling discontentment
And toxic dudgeons brewed an age,
A slum where live some drunk curmudgeons
Intoxicated in their cage.
They wait, fomenting ancient dudgeons
In self-made dungeons in their soul
And dream of using as fresh gudgeons
Some pieces of my flesh, my jowl
To fish blood-thirsty red piranhas
And leave my carcass on a shoal.
In hope it would attract iguanas
They’d leave me there, and find a bar
To drink and hire some young chicanas.
Of course this all seems too bizzare;
They sure will let me eat a gyro,
Perhaps I’ve written mere canard.
I shall go home now, my ground zero
Where all my faults remain enshrined
Where I shall never be a hero,
Where to my success all were blind.
But now, that I be dregs or scum
To them it is now froth. Resigned,
I’ll go and meet my dad and mum
Who’ve known what I’d look like when I
Would bald and lose my teeth, a bum
Worn by decay. For when I die
(As tumors in my throat foretell)
They’ll be the only ones who’ll cry.
I shall go home so I can tell
Them I’ll still love them when in hell.