A Buxom Blighter's Broadway Blues Poem by Krakatoa Kritic 007

I do not see the poem here I posted just last night.
Is it too soon? The why's not clear, I feel emerging fright,
and I'm here blushing in the wings! Will curtain find its part,
an audience know love verse sings, mood synthesized by heart?

Is there some test I need to pass, a path I must repent,
a God to pray to. I'm so crass! I've virtue left not spent
to bridge the gaps in life's extremes? I'll bet I've gone too far;
what creds I had now flushed with dreams! My brain is so bizarre!

KK7
11/06/20
PS: I believe that a 'blighter' can be either male or female. I've
certainly seen men who look buxom, and both 'Species' can be
cute, funny, shapely, political, and poetic, so my title feels like it
is more or less androgynous.

But if recent politics has taught me anything, it is that the inverse of the old saw is probably more accurate than the original ever was, i.e., 'Time heals all wounds! '