You’re Welcome

This sonnet isn’t going to write itself;
A haiku cannot
Spontaneously become
A deep seventeen

Without helph–
Uh, help (ignore the “h” behind the “p”).
There has to be a brain to take the blame
For tortured rhymes and unpronounceable
Arrhythmic phrases. If we cannot name
The culprit, how would Taste know whom to cull?
And that’s where I come in. When I compose
Abominations such as this each day
It’s on behalf of everyone who chose
To wield words in a more productive way.
That TV ad, that menu, highway sign?
Made possible by sacrifice like mine.


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