02 Oct 2015 – Sonnet
You tell me it’s a shame nobody gives
the rectum of a rat for poetry
these days – a failing easy to forgive,
since in our shallow days of sophistry
a man can say most anything and breathe
to shout another day. But in times past
most people weighed words soberly, and deeds –
like dominoes – fell quickly in the blast
of eloquence and ardent, forthright speech.
The fate of poets – and the fate of kings
hung in the balance, once the peace was breeched –
all listened to the singer when he’d sing!
Now days it’s pundit shit, stirred with vermouth.
Nobody these days has a taste for truth!