Okay, so I’ve surprised myself.

I’ve been working on rhyme and rhythm for my new play, and believe it or not, last night I wrote a sonnet.

It’s actually part of what will probably end up being a fifteen minute monologue for one of my main characters.

Now, Shakespeare I am not, but I’m bare proud, so thought I’d share it with you.

Fuck, get your phone, yeah, punch these digits in,
And save this number under something wow.
Like Dan for dope or Wes for weed, you win;
Bare easy if you wanna do it now.
Then if you’re bored and don’t know what to do,
Or life’s all fucked, and you just wanna die.
Then that’s the time to waste an hour or two;
Get out, get pissed, pick up, get home, get high.
Of course you could ignore this shit instead,
But listen bruv, your tags are on the wall.
We’s got one life, we’s gunna wake up dead;
So come on mate get real and make that call.
And yeah, that shite who deals the night away?
That fucked up cunt is me. Safe man, KK.

Haha, that surprised you too, didn’t it!