a see through-wall made of shiny steel

a Petrarchan sonnet for our times

source: mashable

by You Know Who

how do I love me? lemme spell with bricks,
nay — a see-through wall made of shiny steel
with vertical slats that will not conceal
bad hombres, smugglers, nor terrorists,
and you still wanna cuff my handsome wrists?
for nothing in this world is quite as real
as my monster fluorescent sex appeal,
no…