I will instruct you on writing sonnets,
But I don’t recommend it. Why would I,
Any youth with a Che in her Heart,
a Flores-Magon in his Liver, Why
Not be Free? And become Eternal verse
That never ever dies because its water-
Proofed in the Soul. Las Belles Lettres Je
Vous Amez. Las Amo sin limite
Y sin cualquier Motivo. This Little
Puff of carbonate Matter, a Poem
Not even worth the distraction. Get out
Of here! Humanity has arisen
In small and immoderate poemies
of such sullen revolutionaries.
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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