Today's prompt. Sonnets are not usually my bag, but I may have something coming out one day that plays with the form. I googled Modern Sonnets and this collection came up, seems appropriate.
i won't believe the truth, not anymore.
old rapscallion! old line to my feelings,
modern mystery: efficiency, soar.
excalibur, a sword from stone's dealings.
pulled from the dirt, plastic imitations.
sold to the highest bidder. consider:
when and why and how. the intimations
nobility astoundingly slither.
hither and dither, snake without a face-
two headed, de-brained, and still dangerous.
one head is cruel, the other? a disgrace.
still made to look born in a manger. thus
a saint and sinner, but more the latter,
fed by its malice, still getting fatter.
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