Sonnet – “There’s Math in Life. That’s Why It’s Such an Absolute Royal, I Mean ROYALE as in ROYALE WITH CHEESE, Pain in the Arse”
There is sound, there is fury, and that’s nice
Time doth destroy, grey skin was once pure pink
Hand clenches whiskey glass hard like a vice
Nothing cures pain like apathy, I think
Another pour to smother death’s entice?
I know my limits, I’ve been to the brink
Chaos fills the brain, give thou some advice!
Can I get a smile? I’ll take one weak wink
Much is random, ‘tis cosmic rolls of dice
I want my answers when I click a link
Come soon as I knock, don’t make me Ring twice
Given up panning for gold, gimme zinc
I’ll never stop trying until I’m on ice
Truth keeps the mind supple, so it won’t crack…
(Now just to make sure we are all on point,
pick one end line so we can end this joint.)
So let’s take it from where we last left off: “Truth keeps the mind supple, so it won’t crack”…
A) Sure, have a few tokes, but damn, stay on track!
B) But earn lotsa dough; being poor is wack!
C) That’s why, people, you must read my Substack!
D) All of the aboveth.
Wait, must do the iamberic pentamenterization-- pentamintchocolate chip thingy. Ten syllables, five beats… click my heels, rub my chin, feed my horse, retrieve my feeding bucket down at the well. Rubbing chin again. Hmm, almost there… ugh! Got it:
D 2.0) If you can’t decide, well, pick ‘em all, Jack!
I opt for (c) to complete the verse.