Sonnet - 120 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Just Pleading for these Printers Stop their Release
On how you use that Tool between your legs
Your Fondness for Display egg our Crosses' Peace
And File this Subpoena to Calm our Dregs
When their Harrowing Eyes know when's Enough
Though Attitude you Force to Make your Point
As we Pinkish Rebels defer our Laugh
And cancel our Sorrows to Disconjoint
This Idea - Fare - let in your Chest remain
To your Craft and Beloved Sport you Own
For other's Merit - Inspiration arraign
Rewind to Innocence your Age too Blown!
And that the Shrink his Therapy reveal
Past Iberia's Shame your Medal conceal.