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[Sonnet] You jerk you didn't call me up

You jerk you didn't call me up

I haven't seen you in so long

You probably have a fucking tan

& besides that instead of making love tonight

You're drinking your parents to the airport

I'm through with you bourgeois boys

All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts

Only money can get—even Catullus was rich but

Nowadays you guys settle for a couch

By a soporific color cable t.v. set

Instead of any arc of love, no wonder

The G.I. Joe team blows it every other time


Wake up! It's the middle of the night

You can either make love or die at the hands of the Cobra Commander

                 - Bernadette Mayer
Sonnets
Bernadette Mayer
Paperback | Nov 2014
in store $17.10

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