Sonnet 29, a 21st century remix

 

when I’m depressed and feeling crappy

and been unfriended by those who know me

if there was a god I’d pray to him or her

but since there isn’t I wallow in my despair

I dream of winning the lottery

becoming a one percenter chased by paparazzi

a superstar walking life’s red carpet

receiving honours that make the news at six

but I’m no paragon, I’m nowhere near

self-loathing sends me into a depression

when by lucky chance I think of you

and like a tweet gone viral in a flash

I shake away the blues to sing your tune

since your sweet love is all I need, not volatile assets

 

 

David Trudel     © 2015

 

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