Sonnet: The Laughing Dead Lady. The daily sonnet feels today like Jack Nicholson, who's "gone away." Surprise! Amazing Grace has a word for a wretch like me -- Democracy's dead. hahahahahaha. Get it? she seems to say.

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Sonnet: The Laughing Dead Lady

by John Kendall Hawkins

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The laughing dead lady you thought you loved,

who once tempted you with devil's food cake,

turns out to be an asterisk, a footnote fake

you took a bath with. When pushed came to shoved

your Ideal Fem drove you out of the room

you kept your phantasies locked away in --

your groomed sense of privileged, pampered sin

that now, in the cackle's draft, spells your doom.

Maybe you think this is a love poem

sent to charm you with my wild, plastic wit;

a homily to old virtues, in a skit

meant to distract you from the fires of Rome.

Frankly, it's been a while since I've been laid;

I may continue this affair, marked PAID.

Authors Website: https://tantricdispositionmatrix.substack.com/

Authors Bio:

John Kendall Hawkins is an American ex-pat freelance journalist and poet currently residing in Oceania.