A sonnet a day keeps poets away
A sonnet a day is truly insane
A sonnet a day must be wrong, they say
A sonnet a day? How anal, how vain
Far better to be structure-free, the stain
Of plagiarising can’t be laid on them
That’s what they learned in poetry class when payin’
Over the odds, hoping to be the friend
Of someone who got published in the end
Cos they went to poetry classes; they
Learned well and reproduced shit from the brain
Of someone they idolised. So fashion
Comes and goes, and it changes every day
This isn’t fashion. How anal, how vain
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