Sonnet: Darkness at the Break of Moon
Trust me says the leading monster up for a prize
I can suck your light dry seven ways to sunday
I'm predisposed to absorb the mind from your eyes
and incrementally crack your will the fun way
I've ways and means at my disposal company
to disappear resistant No! with all its might
and paradigm shift the latest epiphany
you'll end up shrugging and saying, Fuck it, why fight?
Could be worse, could be stuck with Knicks season tickets
sit courtside german luger bunker mental why?
You could have puff fish mumps, AIDS, or even rickets.
You could stand around and shake your fist at the sky.
I dunno. And frankly, I haven't known for years,
and even franker, I'm lost and who fuckin cares?