What's All The Fuss About
I'm going out on a limb as to guess the number of annual readers I have. Maybe I can't guesstimate my way out of a paperbag soaked in grease, but something of the 1-2 tune sounds reasonable. In turn, I really don't even know who reads this, let alone what they like to hear (besides the many facets of my life). Erego, it's rather difficult for me to write for a certain crowd, so, I've come up with one basic solution: to hell with the rest of you, I'll write for me! Sounds good? What's that? I can't hear. Yes, you in the back, next to the man with the clay aiken shirt - you don't know what I said? Oh, that's good.
Well, tonight was the night of a few major primaries around the country. I'm sure all you political activists out there know that this could mean prostitution levels of intimacy with disaster for the select few of those unlucky candidates. Poor Joe dropped out, leaving the reeling screamer, Dr. Dean, to fight off Kerry and Edwards. So much for Dean's rise to the summit of democratic prowess. Ok, I'll be completely honest with you. I really don't care what the fantastically liberal Dean does, or how he ends up, or, you know, I'm not in the mood to talk about it right now. So, I will leave you all with another sonnet. Unfortunately, those of you who were expecting Sonnet 2 to follow up the epic smash, Sonnet 1, you will be disappointed. But cry your tears, Casanova, I'll fill your heart with joy yet, just trust me.
Take it easy everyone. Enjoy.
Sonnet 8
I sit in earnest hope, in wanting light,
Much like a barren desert longs for shore
And ceases not to crave of rain's delight.
It's emptiness in plenty evermore.
The truth does rain upon my heart, but yet,
This truth is never gentle to the taste.
It's poison been forbidding me to set
My loving arms around its toxic waist.
Yet wrap my wounds and force the march I must,
This battle's never won, I will concede.
But capitulation never will I trust
When hope exists that someday I'll succeed.
A lifetime's worth of hardships I will take,
For love is worth my body to forsake.
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