A Techno-Sonnet: Why Not?
In further search of "mind-fucks", I've hit on a new form-- the "Techno-Sonnet". Use the Shakespearean rhyme scheme, then pretend you're skirting the edge of the dance floor at Shampoo on Weds night (Goth night). Maybe DJ #1 is handing you a vodka-tonic, maybe DJ #2 is offerring you a goofball (remember those?)So, a cute nose-ringed tattoed love-girl wants to hear a poem. This is what you read her:
Yes, yes; yes-- yes, yes; yes-- yes, yes; yes-- yes,
I, I; I-- I, I; I-- I; I-- I,
bless, bless; bless-- bless, bless; bless-- bless, bless; bless-- bless,
thy, thy; thy-- thy, thy; thy-- thy, thy; thy-- thy,
perfect, perfect; perfect-- perfect, perfect; perfect-- perfect, perfect;
face, face; face-- face, face; face-- face, face; face-- face,
worthy, worthy; worthy-- worthy, worthy; worthy-- worthy, worthy; worthy-- worthy,
grace, grace; grace-- grace, grace; grace-- grace, grace; grace-- grace,
lovely, lovely; lovely-- lovely, lovely; lovely-- lovely, lovely; lovely-- lovely,
hips, hips; hips-- hips, hips; hips-- hips, hips; hips-- hips,
ruby, ruby; ruby-- ruby, ruby; ruby-- ruby, ruby; ruby-- ruby,
lips, lips; lips-- lips, lips; lips-- lips, lips; lips-- lips,
sweet, sweet; sweet-- sweet, sweet; sweet-- sweet, sweet; sweet-- sweet,
feet, feet; feet-- feet, feet; feet-- feet, feet; feet, feet.
This is the new mother-fuckin' pentameter. That nose-ringed Christabel will be wailin' for yer demon love. Gertie is rollin' a doobie in her grave. Ez is headin straight for Shampoo. I begin to digress. Forgive me. O by the way, the poem is called "YES, I".
Yes, yes; yes-- yes, yes; yes-- yes, yes; yes-- yes,
I, I; I-- I, I; I-- I; I-- I,
bless, bless; bless-- bless, bless; bless-- bless, bless; bless-- bless,
thy, thy; thy-- thy, thy; thy-- thy, thy; thy-- thy,
perfect, perfect; perfect-- perfect, perfect; perfect-- perfect, perfect;
face, face; face-- face, face; face-- face, face; face-- face,
worthy, worthy; worthy-- worthy, worthy; worthy-- worthy, worthy; worthy-- worthy,
grace, grace; grace-- grace, grace; grace-- grace, grace; grace-- grace,
lovely, lovely; lovely-- lovely, lovely; lovely-- lovely, lovely; lovely-- lovely,
hips, hips; hips-- hips, hips; hips-- hips, hips; hips-- hips,
ruby, ruby; ruby-- ruby, ruby; ruby-- ruby, ruby; ruby-- ruby,
lips, lips; lips-- lips, lips; lips-- lips, lips; lips-- lips,
sweet, sweet; sweet-- sweet, sweet; sweet-- sweet, sweet; sweet-- sweet,
feet, feet; feet-- feet, feet; feet-- feet, feet; feet, feet.
This is the new mother-fuckin' pentameter. That nose-ringed Christabel will be wailin' for yer demon love. Gertie is rollin' a doobie in her grave. Ez is headin straight for Shampoo. I begin to digress. Forgive me. O by the way, the poem is called "YES, I".
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