Sonnet 1

Young nights and old regrets

That stunted time, very nearly forgot

of singing , dancing, and all young pleasure.

That drunken light, offering rejection;

pain, torn from out inexperienced youth

whose, slurred, and erred philosophies are fought

at the bar. For alpha rights, and leisure.

Underfoot the decadence has been spilt.

Sticky carpet, where trousers bulge distraught;

looking down the line: high heeled erection.

Eyelashes begging the question; the truth,

to be lost in glass shots, double measure.

Free spirit choices without risk or guilt.

Then unknown growth, after shooting the lot

another notch, crying forget-me-not.

Author's Note

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