Sonnet

Both cheer and joy are but horned alpacas,

Mighty and fierce and fake and false and frauds.

Do it yourself go getters, I'll-pack-a

Sawed off shotgun but forget the tent rods.

To laugh and love are good to blab about,

But when the time has come to pass, the time

Goes on and on and all thats left amount

To watermelon-shaped dinosaurs and mimes.

So quit and spit while still ahead and not

Behind, for death upon a rocketship

Beats monkeys every time. Even the cot

Twisted and fraught prefers a mockèd Crip.

But then again considering one's sinned

Perhaps a smirk may help beyond the bend.