A sonnet written by Lee Sonogan
I think if we don’t understand history, if we don’t keep referring back to it, we become complacent. And complacency, as we all know, it leads to repeating history. – Ruth Negga
Iambic Pentameter, it is all there,
Locked quatrains towards the geometric place.
Technical prisoners of culture war,
Glass mirrors staring back into your face.
What are stressed syllables on the surface?
How can you flee polar opposites?
Fair but blunt nonsense living on a prayer,
Same shit expressed using turd sock puppets.
Seeing the coloured plane’s pattern norms,
Bits of the shambling zombies falling off.
Obsessed with taking the bull by the horns,
Justifying generic trope whooping cough.
Like or lump, there is bigger fish to fry,
Bark up the wrong tree rooted gone awry.
History is a gallery of pictures in which there are few originals and many copies. – Alexis de Tocqueville