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Bitter blood thin as those who choke on it,

biting the figurative gun which holds all power;

and walking every waking hour

with hopes and dreams without wit.

Controlled by those with actual grit;

those who follow often cower

at the site of those who tower,

and follow the formulaic society but don’t quit.

Of course, those do try to fight back

and often get murdered, beaten,

a desolate land filled with a million of dead “cretins”,

or those who just aren’t on track.

Ten strong powers sit in a 400 foot office space,

wondering what they did to kill the human race.

My first ever sonnet, A sonnet about something is 

one of my classic poems that I have force written. 

Don't get me wrong, I do get inspiration, but most 

of the time I just push it out in fifteen minutes flat 

just because. The theme I attempted to approach 

in a sarcastic, satire way. Those who actually 

control and lead the human race are actually just 

simple cubicle workers who screwed up and don't 

know how to fix it. The first line actually came from 

my constant nose bleeds recently, taking it as my 

blood is thin. Otherwise, I know absolutely no 

poetry devices. 

My parents always told me,

"Do everything and anything that isn't illegal."

Being a pvnk, or commonly known as a straight edge punk,

is a blind man watching a silent movie. Though you are seemingly foreign to it,

the popcorn is really good.

The hours I've spent writing clueless satire

and being "myself" could be counted on three hands,

but only one is needed.

The other two hands are holding valuable prices;

a copy of Infinite Jest which I won't read until college

and something that could represent me. I don't know what it is yet. 

Why should I know? I have yet to experience life, just look at it in awe

while prepping to jump in. List of things I've already done:

I've read Naked Lunch,

I love A Clockwork Orange,

things that would scare a parent that I've already done. Sure,

I may have a huge fear of drugs and alcohol,

but it doesn't mean that I can't grow.

As the blind man takes a drink, it's bitter as sparkling water,

but as sweet as the punch.

Catalog 1 was a poem I wrote in twelve 

minutes and went through about twenty cuts. I 

often follow the hipster/music elitist regime 

about how you should keep your head up and 

do what you want. It's in my hands to learn by 

seeing what is out there in the world (except 

for drugs), and I did it. Oh, the "sweet as the 

punch" line came from the song Along Came 

Mary. There is no real poetic elements or 

devices, just did what I was told to do.

Avocados green as grass,

running this conformist race,

yellow bananas flow in mass,

but yet they have no face.

With grace,

they fight the snack foods,

and flood them with haste,

anger, and other moods.

A big fruit smoothie explodes and broods.

Covering other foods with high vitamin levels,

and devouring those who aren't chewed,

but they don't approach it gentle.

The fruits and vegetables run an anarchy.

They do it with prompt haste and sanity.

A sonnet about fruits and veggies is my imagery 

poem for this anthology. About 99.9% of my 

poetry has no imagery, or it does but it's blatantly 

dark in a funny way. This sonnet is filled with 

playful rhymes and the theme of fruits and veggies 

taking over the world because it is a fun idea to 

write about. The theme is health will eventually 

take over. My sarcasm can be slightly shown here, 

as I use the varying length of the lines to my 

advantage since I'm writing about a silly poem.

Poisoned oceans that kills whales,

"illogical" invasions overseas,

global warming,

war.

It's not because of the common instance of humans hating each other.

It's all because of George W. Bush, the government, and their 

errorism.

A theme commonly promoted by punk band NOFX

in "The War On Errorism",

it talks about the burnt cabbage

that burns the skin of a human finger

but you have to eat it anyways

because democracy says so.

The technique of using your free speech

very aggressively,

going against the quota of this society,

not cooperating with the man,

but fighting it,

isn't such a good idea.

A man who once thought

that they could do better than the government

and heal the world's problem

with their own standards

and words

has the name Adolf Hitler.

A man who spoke

through a manifesto

to ease the minds of millions

and think,

"Hey, this guy has a good plan to ease the government,

and make everything better. Make a better government

without one."

kick started communism.

There's a reason why you have to eat

the burnt food

because, face it,

you can't make better cabbage.

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