Saturday, October 17, 2009

Sonnet XX

O foul behemoth,
Than shan't be vanquished
Just by the sword of a single man.

Thou shan't be left bereft of all power:
Not simply because one man has left thee,
To pursue a life without thy sly manipulations.

But I!
I have left thee.
I have always hated thee,
But only now do I throw off thy yoke.
Though all the world stands against me in unison,
I shall stand alone, uncontrolled, unbroken.

There are few pleasures so rare and great
As that of deleting one's Facebook account.

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