I won't pretend this poem of mine is any good, but it's in dimeter so I'll post it to help get things started. Obviously, dimeter is a rather constraining meter to write in, and villanelles are a constraining form, so have some pity. Better poems are sure to follow as the thread develops:
SPEAKING ONLY FOR MYSELF
I don’t like pain,
but then, who does?
I’m not insane
when I complain.
It’s just because
I don’t like pain.
As normal a brain
as there ever was,
I’m not insane
and will not feign.
Among my flaws:
I don’t like pain
or think that gain
must keep its laws.
I’m not insane.
Let others strain
to praise sharp claws.
I don’t like pain.
I’m not insane.
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