In light of the recent social media frenzy surrounding Charlie Sheen, I decided to focus on him for this blog post. For some reason in class I said I was going to write a sonnet, and when I give my word, I keep it.
Supreme Gnar, gnarliest of gnarlingtons,
Show me your ways. How is it you are you?
Boom, crush, night losers: you’re hot as two Suns,
Soaring to great heights and loving the view.
King of kings, may you never cease to win.
Tiger blood in your veins, your fists breathe fire;
You’re a high priest Vatican assassin
Who nightly slays a Goddess’ desire.
Messiah of raging, rage on and again.
For breakfast this Monday, what will you choose:
Enough blow to kill two and a half men,
Seven gram rocks, or limitless booze?
Keep breaking records, beds, egos, and such,
Charlie, great warlock with the Midas touch.