so, sonnets are poems and are about
romance or love or some other such stuff
not sure i can write one, i’m filled with doubt
and love is so silly, a big bunch of fluff
and who reads these things these days anyway?
high school kids with books for brains, ultra nerds
in poetry class looking for a lay
while grinding out some steaming, rhyming turds
well, i suppose that i could chance my hand
isn’t it shakespeare’s birthday, after all?
whatever i write couldn’t be as bland
as the crap i’ve read on the bathroom wall
time to get busy and lay down some rhyme
oh, son-of-a-bitch, i’ve run out of time