We go into the world and take our chances,
So Jack, relax get busy with the facts.
But life is just a set of circumstances,
Or maniacs in polyester slacks.
But sonnets stink: they reek they rot they roll -
On second thought they're really swell. Oh well!
If nothing's bad then nothing's good - how dole!
But copy if you will, the thirst wont quell.
Like Joey with boring mono beat -
That never ends until your time's complete.