Pop Sonnet #2150

Within range the feeling bad
Along with addiction looming
The craving makes for what I've had
The company is not booming

But forsaken the lofty coin
Of the premature design
And if you could blacken loin
I would feel more fine

So I search all around
For that one way out of sin
The cigarette I found
Was probably what has been

On my mind for several days
And unleash helpful in the haze

Pop Sonnet #2151

If I die before my time
I'll know I did approach
The steely certain type of lime
The way to verily encroach

Along with wasted moments of
Addictions in the bag
That I had conquered from above
And now my chest will sag

Along with other diet tricks
I never should have used
Take one more pill for quicks
That time even I was confused

But layer thinly on the wire
I want to set tobacco on fire

Pop Sonnet #2152

It occurred to me that very day
What I should break through
The nicotine is in the bay
Of what I wanted too

That thoughtful of demented care
The one for me has taken
Along with what is always there
And born to be forsaken

Maybe it is a good idea to avoid
That craving that cuts so deep
Because I could be ever annoyed
And lose a lot of sleep

Which seems a bit more full of defeat
And this is something I dare not repeat

Pop Sonnet #2153

Just a little to settle the score
I don't even count that
Because it is not like I've had more
Since I went and lit the bat

Of fire cubes that march around
The longer version is better
But the prophesy is cold on the sound
Of an angered man's letter

To take a sip of that hard drink
Only on weekends and holidays
Because I tossed it into a blink
Of all the sunshine lost's rays

Of feelings that are incomplete
Toss me underneath the meet

Pop Sonnet #2154

And if I had that lofty goal

For lightning in a glass

To dissipate the way to soul

And gain back a sordid ass

Why o why was I logged out

Of my premise program late

If ever way is stout

The company won't hate

The killer task of late and sure

About a book that always runs

Back and forth into the pure

Rarity of why he shuns

A lot of silver goals feel better

There is something in that letter

Pop Sonnet #2155

One mistake and off we go

To fix the typos certain

Only if a place should know

And if I leave my dirt in

I know that addiction is too strong

Finding out that courage lasts

But if I had a giant bong

I'd be ripping at it fast

But I will get completely fixed

In a few days or an hour

After all I'm eighty-sixed

From every type of power

That roars through like a rushing river

After time you will forgive her

Pop Sonnet #2156

I don't think the glitch

Makes any sense at all

It is like the belief in a witch

That will set you up to fall

And at least the courage ripped

A corner from my notes

And the second time you dipped

Reassured the throats

That will be inside the jelly roll

To take a finer clearing

The way to find yourself all whole

Is to avoid the jeering

Of others that have conquered life

And losing out that sharpened knife

Pop Sonnet #2157

That amusing thought for hours

Skipped a beat when ringing

All the time for the showers

That could have softened the stinging

Still at night I feel the presence of a ghost

That will play tricks on my head

And when I run into the roast

That leaves me sinking lead

The cup of water that I never drank

The isolation in the tank

And for you to pull such rank

And then leave me at the bank

Wishing somehow I could smoke

But then I would end up broke

Pop Sonnet #2158

And in the midst of details

The ship begins to play

Along with that old stales

That came upon the day

And preferred to go for the wake

Of an ending that can stay

Unless there was a definite shake

You may ask for a way

Out of the mess you got into

That took so long to brave

And if they are finally through

Then you can start to save

All is an automaton determinism rules

That is why free will has never worked for fools

Pop Sonnet #2159

But who am I to judge

One way or another

I hold no grudge

Against my brother

Or really anyone for that matter

When pain swells up inside

And I have to get out to push the scatter

Of a pile of the sticks this wide

But you cannot see the length

That I want to go for

And if I had but a bit more strength

I'd be a part of folklore 

That cabin split upon the snow

Now where are we supposed to go