sonnet You know its woeful

You know its woeful but it wont end worse
Slow slaps and punches are for cornered souls
Youd rather exit past agreed on roles
As all in all its scarcely box and hearse
The problems are involved and range diverse
The future looks to hinge on half arsed goals
You fume its phony when a judge cajoles
Its best to pose detached or mute immerse
The love excluded childhood chirps odd chance
And rite of passage pondered throughout youth
And instance off a worldly wise quick glance
It was a bold rebound and full of truth
And if he weighs up to walk away okay
You love him nonetheless as best you may
Chorus okay correct fine