Sonnet #1: Cursed Sonnet

Oh Cursed Sonnet, Oh Torturous Rhyme
In potential you shalt forever dwell.
Shall you mock me until the end of time?
Until you return to your place in Hell?
Oh Cursed Sonnet, the most vile of verse
You are the black hue of the firmament
Shall I reject you for your bland rehearse?
Shall I praise thee for your eloquence?
Oh Cursed Sonnet, Oh you pitiful lines
You have captured me but hath left me worn.
I am in love with your delicate rhymes
Though I’m filled with hate for this lost art form.
Oh Cursed Sonnet, you hath made me thy fool
But I mock you now with thy own damn rules.

July 18, 2006