Sonnet 0
Oh for Christ's sake, Shakespeare wrote a kazillion of these, how hard can it be? My poem, or sonnet, if you will, is due in two days, and I am blissfully sonnet-free.
I remember sitting in my booth at work once and one of the gaurds bringing round the new gaurd to say hello. Which is exactly what I did, and nothing more. This probably struck them as strange, since the two gaurds both stood there for a full three minutes expecting me to come with some other divine revelation, or, basically, anything at all. Except nothing really ever did. Later on, the first gaurd came by and stared me in the eyes and asked:
"Do you know what your main malfunction is?"
"I'm not too social?"
"Yes."
I waved my fist at him from behind three centimeters of glass and yelled "I am Not a monkey. I do Not perform on demand!" And it's the same feeling here. I do NOT write sonnets. And I'm not a monkey. And I'm thinking that even if I were one, I wouldn't be too keen on, or capable, of writing a poem.
I remember sitting in my booth at work once and one of the gaurds bringing round the new gaurd to say hello. Which is exactly what I did, and nothing more. This probably struck them as strange, since the two gaurds both stood there for a full three minutes expecting me to come with some other divine revelation, or, basically, anything at all. Except nothing really ever did. Later on, the first gaurd came by and stared me in the eyes and asked:
"Do you know what your main malfunction is?"
"I'm not too social?"
"Yes."
I waved my fist at him from behind three centimeters of glass and yelled "I am Not a monkey. I do Not perform on demand!" And it's the same feeling here. I do NOT write sonnets. And I'm not a monkey. And I'm thinking that even if I were one, I wouldn't be too keen on, or capable, of writing a poem.
