Sonnettics

I watch for fast complexities to rise
To rise above the heavens and the gods
The gods of every faith, of every size
To stop, to think, to know: what are the odds

If all creations sing their maker’s song
And every song proceeds beyond the void
Then where will god-made creatures thus belong
And where will music's mayhem be deployed

You think you know the words that you will pray
But I know more than simple words and songs
Correct is never reached in simple ways
The right exists for existential wrongs

So rise beyond whatever gods might sing
And there you'll see the truth of everything.

It never was that great, and now there’s this
You call it what you like, it’s this to me
Some adaptations taste like drinking piss
And no one wants to watch, unless it’s free

So I am free, you bastards to regale
Without the sense to follow Disney's lead
Within the belly of the fucking whale
A sonnet should be heard, but you just read

For what it’s worth, the truth is never true
For all you care, the lemonade was rum
Of course they’ll say it’s just what you should do
But I believe the train may never come

And so I know I’ll never say good-bye
To this, my muse, a fucking TBI.