Wednesday night on my couch dropping a dime
On myself, circle, and diameter
I got the syllables, I got the rhyme
Still can’t nail iambic pentameter
Barstool proposal, toy engagement ring
For the only one who could “yes and” me?
You deserved more- hold the line- here’s the thing
‘Was the only way I knew how to be
Solitude orients me toward the free
Sobriety fuels my elocution
There’s so many things I wish you could see
The way you fire up my evolution
All I can do, here I sit, never fail
Shooting you sonnets through the US mail
