Sonnet Xlvii
As the Earth revolves around its dear Sun
So, too, do I revolve around my verse
I understand not why the only one
Who dares to read it wants to reimburse
What they previously put in their purse
As all that matters is easily found
In here, unless they wished to find my curse
Marvelous mutterings make their own sound
Upon the frostbitten, heatbitten ground
- Don’t tell me you can’t their breaking hearts
From lost revolvers, weighing but a pound
In the universal car’s broken parts
We are the oil, unwanted but we
Roam the stars for our immortality
Copyright © J. Amorose | Year Posted 2016
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