Dead, White, Un-sonnet-like Poem

You’re clever, but you break my heart
A little more with every word you pen.
It’s not that you’re the expected guest,
Rather, that you’d die to avoid being him.

You’re perfect; every line makes a subtle addition
To the sum total, and by golly you don’t need anyone’s permission
To break with that arrogant bitch, Tradition
Why, of all her wily, rebellious sons, you’re the most anxious for Perdition!

You’re elegant, your verses feel like silk
Slipping off some fine lady’s ivory shoulder.
You’re tired of all the old greats proclaiming
That you’ll fall neatly into rank when you’re older.

They’re old and they’re stupid because of it;
You’re young, therefore full of bullshit.

Dead, White, Un-sonnet-like Poem

SameOldSoul

Joined December 2008

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