Reference 1.
Mr. Santa Claus
Reference 2.
Mr. Al Gore (? I wonder if they would buy it)
Reference 3.
Mr. Jarflak Nasuga'besh (He lives on Jupiter! Ha, try to contact him!)
Well so in the terms of poetry. Should I give you an old one or a new one.....(Seeing as I have no new ones....)
The girl whose eye’s turn bluer.
Damn you, this is shit, damn it all; damnation
That is all I wish upon this dogmatic confine,
That is humanities time tested system of propagation.
I call this love; it is a horrid beast of demonic design.
And thoughts of doubt as you continue to, in your wisdom, to rate.
Screams of passion echo across the hollow of my heart, a cavern.
Can I resolve this thing raging in my body, this debate?
Or, can I silence them all with another 80 proof, in my cities tavern?
You, it is all your fault, you are the only one to blame.
Did you apprentice a Hunter? For surely this is a well placed snare.
I walked right into your “mutual feelings” trickery, what a game!
I must have been easy prey. Now I just sit above your mantel and glare.
I must be free of you, no, I need to be free. But it is not what I want.
For your eyes continue to be blue, and your body you continue to flaunt.
**I don't approve of sad poetry, or structured poems (Such as the above sonnet) but I think using a sonnet form really amplifies the poignancy of the poem.
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