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A Shakepearean Sonnet

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So, I have a creative writeing class, and one of the assignments was to write a Shakepearean Sonnet about anything we wanted, and I chose Chuck Palahniuk. If you want me to explain the format to a Shakepearean Sonnet, ask me, or if you have any criticism, suggestions, or want me to explain something, don't hesitate to ask.

The Literary Styling of Jim Jones
By Comrade John

Post cards form the future and drugged ice tea.
Blown off jaws and sex change operations.
Puddles of blood, vomit, feces, and pee.
Writers turn to canibilization.

Chuck Palahniuk, how are you so twisted,
at the same time, brilliant as Sir Isaac,
your style is so colored and vivid,
known to have the effect of Ipecac.

Yet, even if the subect's almost smut,
subtle, beneath the trash is a lesson,
feeling it, like a cheap shot to the gut,
likewise, resembling a confession.

Make it through war, death, misfortune, and pain,
shining, beneath it, is something to gain.