(sonnet attempt #LIII)
LIII
I've no time to manage more than myself,
Nor reason to play someone else. This craze
Of alter-egos where each masquerades
As someone so unlike their own real self
Disturbs me, admittedly. I'd shelve
Them all, but hey! We're free. Let be. Nor raise
I now a war against such, see? Charades
Abound online 'tis true. So then I'll delve
The possibility for why: esteem
Far greater than our own wee selves we find
As someone else. The rose so sweet supreme
Reigns queen. The thistle as a weed opined,
Reversing Juliet's line, did scheme:
The throne her goal. What better alibi?
17Mar11