i accidentally a sonnet

[jazzfish]

COMMENTER 1: I'll predict that when he's dead and buried, the ground will be quite damp.
COMMENTER 2: And have a certain Musk also, too? One can but hope.

Look, if you're gonna leave me an opening iambic pentameter line the morning after I've been rereading Mike Ford, I'm gonna take it.

Well, I'll predict that when he's dead and buried,
The ground above his corpse will be quite damp
And have a certain Musk of odor, carried
To grace our noses with that acrid stamp.
Upon gold highlights golden showers splash,
Reflecting further graveyard elegies.
Veneer peels back; someone has saved some cash
With accents from Home Depot shopping sprees.
His plastic headstone rapidly decays,
Collapsing into softened earth, until,
Weaken'd by overzealous acid sprays,
It's indistinguishable from landfill.
    So shall that asshole lie; then we'll begin
    To scrub the mess he's left our country in.

Not bad for under an hour's work.

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[sartorias]

Clapping hard

[jazzfish]

Aw, thank you! <3