An Unpoetic Hustle

Because my brilliant hooks read indirect, But bait directly one illiterate, They likely slip stripped fish-net intellect, Thus, now, I’ll lure completely different: Just like the redwood trees that grow sooooooo tall, Gapetto’s puppet’s nose Pinocchios, And since I’m not a strung-out ancient doll, I guess it’s you who picks the snotty rose. You might believe you harness magic string; The pixie dust of Pan in Neverland; But don’t forget what came of Gollum’s ring Once Frodo lost a finger from his hand - It was rewound, re-reeled, forged gleefully, Forever lost in false reality. 3/18/2017 Note: In keeping with John’s “Something Completely Different - Monty Pythonesque” theme I wrote this after randomly pointing to 14 different words in a Hustler magazine article that I then forced myself to integrate into a sonnet, one per line, in the order they were selected and implemented a rule of “no-edits” after a line was complete. The list went like this: hooks, *****baits, fish-net, I’ll, grow, nose, strung-out, guess, harness, never, what, finger, glee, lost