20h May 2014

Sonnet 147


There's something to hate in everyone, still -

All-nighters' sex 'n' shopping's not disease,

What makes the world go round won't make you ill:

Could you just put  your PIN in for me , please?

Ok, I've conflated spending with love;

Multinational pharmaceuticals kept

Cures secret governments wouldn't approve;

We're in materialism'd grip; except -

Past cure I am, now reason is past care

What's come around went around my unrest:

Since I lost you both my regrets/grief are

Best blind drunk and disorderly expressed.

Husband and/or Mum - I've been less than bright:

Addiction not obsession dulls the night.