sordid sonnet 12

can be multiplied,  as if, a mockery of the

game, or grime, or gnome, or meme

(i meme, how many flits can you consistently flatten?)

then grin or maim

by force or violence:  hey, i took that oath!

or, i signed the paper, for state & gentry

for god & coterie, or just to vide what i hat wroth:

gull’d by the tern (he imagines) of the century—

here they lack

rich engagement,

getting spied on

by idiot moons;

forget that pressurized agreement:

smash:   speak