Sonnet #13

Beware the swell and churlish slur of State

The patriotic person pumping oil 

And fracking gas and broken dinner plates

And medicating sorrow preaching toil

toil and suffer and toil toil and suffer

someday to acquire the money to retire

Never look anywhere but towards the future

Where the past must be rebuilt, it was better

Back then, remember? Let's build it again

The sins of yesterday are the soil of tomorrow

The oyster cracks for the hard working men

The pearl, elusive, lost in the sturm and row

Never live for today, only yesterday and tomorrow

Never be happy today, only yesterday and tomorrow