14th April 2014

Sonnet 128

...let your country and western favourites playst

In preference to more devotional sounds,

Sheer force of personality's what swayst 

When pure political theory confounds.

Should I emulate fans whose nimble leap

Of faith in you gets broadcast hand to hand,

Propagating the crop I won't reap?

No - self-independence is my last stand.

Kissing-off corpse make-up (laid out in state:

Petal pink face,  fingers frozen like chips,

Will I inherit XL coffin's gait?)

Rubbing poetic logic on my lips:

     Ingrate not to be grateful for all this,

     Feed  them the image; I knew who I kiss.