A Sonnet
I was having problems finishing, what with the sonnet form and the iambic pentameter, so I bought a Seattle Dark Chocolate bar (warning: this site is annoying, featuring Mystery Meat Navigation on the product page) for a reward when I finished.
The obscene bleat of sirens impels dread--
The unthinking, crumpling steel and glass
Embracing anguish like a lover's head;
Rubberneckers take a look and pass.
A suffocating brain unravels a life;
A fragile sparking of memories flickers, ends.
Despite the cold, invading surgeon's knife,
A cancer's growth confirms entropic trends.
Minutia drinks up time, if not there's want:
Enslaved by need for sex, approval lust,
By chocolate's dark perpetual haunt.
But grease and drink are best; in lard we trust;
So praise the Double Bacon Frito®™ Pie,
And guzzle libations for the god of "I".
