Sharp Turns An American Sonnet

I’ll slam with much more originality than that cadence you chose to copy. Who are you? Where is your voice? It’s a fixed game of multiple choice. You sound just like everyone else, a rhythm that’s played out but still sells. Left out too long the ice simply melts, you ache to forget such repetitive bells. I’ll slam just a little bit harder and crash, rather than stay secure inside of a net. A filed down road is so ambivalent it lacks the character of sharp turns. I said what I said let’s have some fun, breaking the eggshells a battle’s begun.