Sex & Shenanigans

It's Dante. In iambic pentameter so it's super classy
I wrote a poem (sonnet) the other week in iambic pentameter! About a gal down on her luck. Definitely the opposite of classy!

where i find myself

once i bore the title of demagogue
with song and sermon crafted i a dream
yet now i'm nothing but a broken cog
worn down to naught inside this great machine

heavily lay the cape of acumen
an iron anchor wrought with blackest guilt
future plans they now decree inhuman
ruins are all that's left of what i've built

so don't you dare to throw me out you shite
call off your dogs and serve me one more time
a paying customer is always right
bring forth a beer and add a slice of lime

the sidewalk's cool against my swollen cheek
god, this has been a shitty fucking week
 
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