15th April 2014

Sonnet 129

Th'expense of spirit is seldom our shame

Since it got cheap to consume our rude lust

In fat, sugar and carbs - but who's to blame?

Whose buck broke mass consumption's deed of trust?

Injoyd no sooner but dispised straight,

The slow build-up: eazee tastee snax had,

Cadbury's hated as a  swallowed bait;

Loss leaders layd to make the taker mad.

I think Will's puns were mostly sex'd male*, so,

Laydees, gents, to undignified extreme -

Maybe morbid I know but it's our woe:

Flight weight will soon be  birdsong in a dream.

    All this the world well knows yet none knows well

     To shun the junk that leads us to this hell.


*"Spirit"...(line 1)