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[Shakespeare's 140th sonnet is anagrammed into a topical and rather dour sonnet - but one that also contains a more positive constraint]
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so;
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
No news but health from their physicians know;
For if I should despair, I should grow mad,
And in my madness might speak ill of thee:
Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be,
That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.
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Why I Think That We Might Really Be The Toxin
This hefty epidemic we behold
Has shown me we don't try to bloody grow;
Each promise made to halt this, truth be told,
Could've been said then kept one month ago.
Our gangs now raid the shops, consumed with stress,
Rebuffing the idea of unity;
Once-tiny trepidations we suppress
Now grow, debilitating sanity.
And while philanderers who we made kings
Vow to assist amid our frightened cries,
I'm less than avid to trust anything -
Remember best laid "plans" are sometimes lies.
Unless we try to be mature for real,
Some horrid day there'd be no world to heal.
[Besides a relevant acrostic down the left side, the Red Cross logo also appears once all the words containing the letters AID are colored red:]
Why I Think That We Might Really Be The Toxin
This hefty epidemic we behold
Has shown me we don't try to bloody grow;
Each promise made to halt this, truth be told,
Could've been said then kept one month ago.
Our gangs now raid the shops, consumed with stress,
Rebuffing the idea of unity;
Once-tiny trepidations we suppress
Now grow, debilitating sanity.
And while philanderers who we made kings
Vow to assist amid our frightened cries,
I'm less than avid to trust anything -
Remember best laid "plans" are sometimes lies.
Unless we try to be mature for real,
Some horrid day there'd be no world to heal.
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