The Jonniad (Prologue to Book III)

I've bettered Milton! Boy, I've bettered Milton!
I've battered him from Chinatown to Chiltern,
And further still, to Filton Abbey Wood!
Above the great, and far above the good
I'm soaring now. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! –
Poetry's easy; verse is but a toy!!
Okay. So maybe I'm over-excited.
But can you blame me that I'm so delighted
With what I've made, this bonny Jonniad?
Should something so good claim itself so bad?
Don't tell me worldly joy is soon ago:
That shit's for kids. The worldly joy I know
Is made of stronger stuff than Chaucer's was.
Who cares that I can't find a rhyme for "was"?
It's poetry! Cut me some frickin' slack!
I'm not some deadend, versifying hack:
I've got my rights. I've got my dignity.
Behold my genius! Behold Book III!!!