Art and the f-bomb

May 21, 2009 13:26

So, the last assignment we had to do was a sonnet. Originally meant to be a poem to woo one's object of desire, I decided to do one from the other side of the relationship - the very end.

Traditional Sonnet for a Lover

You’re a goddamned useless son of a bitch
Asleep on the couch in your useless funk
You’ve given me nothing, you worthless drunk
You’re full of shit, you will never be rich
Unless you got paid to sleep in that ditch
When we first met, I thought you were a hunk
But now, mere months later, you’re just a punk
And just how long have you been fucking Trish?

Here’s a vase, a lamp, your bottle, too
Get your fat ass out that door
Take a hint, get out, just go!
To make it crystal clear - we’re through
Go! Just go! Go leech off of your whore!
How I ever loved you, I’ll never know

I tried to get the rhyme scheme in a traditional format, and really wanted to get all the lines in iambic pentameter, but the meter didn't work out so well - something to work on.

What you've probably seen, though, is that I do, in fact, say "fuck" in my poem. This caused a bit of discussion about whether that is the right word to use in such a situation. Me, I thought about changing it, but the emotional tone seemed to require it. Others felt it took away from the poem.

I'm interested in what your thoughts are on the matter.
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