Sonnet 93 -- I'm getting too old for this sh*t
With the damned whole world falling to pieces
And our lives being sold to the Devil
The whining about love never ceases
We mourn that boys no longer do revel
While we still are trying to please Mother
Business picks our pockets clean and laughs
Yet we weep that he left for another
Dying our hair red or slimming our calves
Daydreams of vampires sucking our necks
Or men wishing to buy the youngest doll
I fear that men are addicted to sex
And all distracted by trips to the Mall
History cries to cease solipsism
So dazzled by society’s prism
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