26th February 2014

Sonnet 100

What I know, Alain*, you've forgetst so long,

So I'm not challenging thee, (all thy might)

When you suggest it's  with some worthlesse songes

Low level celebs lend base subjects light.

Their ends are certain means, and straight redeem

Their songs (or sonnets , time so idly spent!)

Sung in my ear, it's not fame I esteem -

Light this dark tablet's skill and argument.

Turn on the camera: my love's sweet face survey,

(It's blind to any wrinckle craven there),

Anyway we're all satires to decay

Since everyone got famous every where.

    Give me my fame faster than time wastes life,

    So thou prevenst his scythe, and crooked knife.

*de Botton, popular media philosopher.