sonnet #196A
I blurt byebye to twentieth century
The media moguls yank youth yesteryear
The anaesthetic rush of penury
I wonder whether others drop the fear
The phony cemeteries few appear
Youd hold the human race a crowd at most
The crematoriums brand new bring up rear
No mountains crematoriums olden roast
Of giants and fairies merest glimpse of ghost
As carbon monoxide yields calmest kill
Of genocide youd be a bitch to boast
Augmented reality your proxy pill
The past age past no longer censored quiz
Irrelevant today then score a squiz
Chorus quiz check exam
