Jacob and I wrote a sonnet.
Behold me not giving a shit about syllables:
Sonnets, what the fuck are they
They drive me crazy in the mind
They serve no purpose on this earth
But to wipe a crapped behind
They're a pain in the ass to read
They make me want to punch a wall
They make my tortured eyeballs bleed
No, I don't like them at all
They make us want to kill Shakespeare
Kill him with fire, would be nice
Into his heart we'll strike some fear
And drown him in a lake of ice
Burn all the sonnets on the earth
Less than zero's what they're worth
(Let it be noted that I have nothing against sonnets, despite some evidence to the contrary.)
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