What it is

June 2010: In a desperate attempt to stave off senility, the monkey began writing a poem a day. By summer's end he'd begun to run out of versified political rants and philosophical bloviations. Then he hit on the improbable idea of writing micro fiction in the form of Elizabethan sonnets. Eureka. The birth of the "Sonnets From Other Lives" series. Two hundred plus lives later, he's still at it.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Sonnets From Other Lives: Evan

Our public schools are a pons assinorum--
a systematic weeding out of fools
& weaklings too susceptible to boredom
to function as effective corporate tools.

Evan’s in full bloviation mode.
He’s lost himself completely in his rant.
Escapes are made by those well in the know.
The less informed pretend to be entranced.
Land of the free? Hell everybody pays.
Everybody owes somebody something.
Do the math. We’re all somebody’s slave.
Someone’s clapping. Someone else is jumping.

In his mind he’s here to make us think
but really we just want another drink.

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