Revised sonnet #160
The choice I bide is either bad or worse
I put off chance of casual causal joy
I suffer cruellest luck or karmic curse
I harbour stilted speech I favour ploy
It looks like luck and karma each annoy
If polar opposites if scum and dregs
Theyve haunted me too much as man and boy
The epilogue a brilliant answer eggs
A daemon free or else a demon chained
Is she I wonder which the while Im catching cuss
I feel its customized I like the fuss
I want to cuss at her yet not act pained
Is she through lottery the savaged soul?
Is she through luxury the damaged doll?
Chorus soul animus quintessence
