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Thunderstorm Sonnet

The hell with Putnam’s Bowling Alone

Wednesday night’s league night, been waiting all day

all those mewling “forgive me” ‘s, “I will atone” ‘s

Or “Just this once if you would kindly save

my sorry bacon, I give you my word"

blah, blah, blah and blah.  That one really drives

Me bat shit, but when they take up the sword  

in My name My forehead breaks out in hives.

On with my embroidered shirt, shoes and ball

in hand, some folding cash to buy a round

down at the Lucky Strike where one and all  

feel like gods for a frame or two, the sound

of a juke to drown out harps and angels

world peace they plead, I’ll just let ‘em dangle.