Revised sonnet #1266
This month Ive got to feeling mighty sad
I feel invisible I freeze afraid
I measure my inflections worried mad
I mouth old memes Im glib and retrograde
Im prone to follow latest media fad
In his eyes hardly half of me is weighed
Agreeably yes I ought to chuckle glad
I smile small smiles sweet etiquette obeyed
Once he ascribed to me anothers name
And volunteered those sentiments Id score
The slip of sentence shivered me to core
I wondered why I feared a secret flame
I didnt dodge or damn it paralysed
One off or warning sign thing analysed
Chorus paralysed hamstrung immobilised