Sunday, March 17, 2013

Sonnet 87 It had to be said

You don’t inspire me. You don’t inspire me!
And I do not want to inspire you!
I need less, not more, damned words to be free!
Beauty, and Love and Hope to see me through.
No pity! Pity means you think I’ll fail!
And need you and see the truth of your soul
You to the rescue from poorhouse or jail
The cloying weight of your “Love” takes a toll
Oh, Mona Lisa and Aphrodite
Or the modern equivalent hot girl
Rape me, take me, we won’t do it lightly
Young beauty put my manhood in a whirl
Till I can finally switch off the lights
And fly at last to God’s more blessed heights

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