Sonnet for Tony

2011-11-27_10.51.26by Moira Deslandes20 Apr 2015

Shall I compare thee to a weeping sore?
Thou art more ugly and more poisonous
Odious evil seeps from your pores
And your intentions are so devious.

Shall I compare thee to a sewer rat?
Thou art more deceitful and deformed
Rough words come as I spit and spat
At your horror unfolding so ill informed.

Shall I compare thee to a sinking ship?
Thou art more full of holes and barnacles
Taking on water going down with each dip
Waiting for results in the marginals.