I don’t know if I’ll know if I do well

I’ll have to write a villanelle,oh hell.
My conscience gives me trouble in the night
I don’t know if  tonight I’ll do it well.

At least I don’t need work that I must sell
My conscience is a devil, well,not quite.
I’ll have to write a villanelle;it’s hell.

But people  won’t read rubbish on their cell
My conscience  will   unravel , what a sight
I don’t know if  tonight I can  write well.

I’d rather laze about and  with you loll
Do we need instruction  in delight?
I’ll have to write a villanelle on hell.

Down ye demons; in  my rage I’ll yell
Do we need perception  to do right?
I don’t know if   I  ever  will   see well.

I wish an angel would descend   tonight
I hate to argue hotly or  to fight
I’ll have to write a villanelle, pell mell.
I don’t know if  I’ll  know I have done well.