The Anti-Sonnet
Tonight I really loathe writing sonnets
While all my friends are out I'm stuck here.
I can't think of what to write upon it.
But if only the words would just appear.
This sonnet is so anti-creative.
It is an abomination of art.
It makes anyone feel vegitative.
It should have remained an act of the heart.
This process is totally purposeless.
I can't seem to get it perfectly right.
I really don't care if it's hit or miss.
Why can't I go out on this Friday night?
Yet I had a lot of fun doing this.
It really became a work of sheer bliss.
*Note to readers: I never claimed to be a writer. - G.O *
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