Sonnet 4

This day was awesome so here's a fauxnet about it.

4

 

One normal morning of one normal day

I’m reading a book, my usual routine.

But one abstract painting, behind me, lay

And made a black mark that made a big scene.

Through the day, I blamed Illuminati

For the black spot they supposedly left.

And all who asked out of curiosity,

Innocence from the cult, they were bereft.

A lot of people who I used to trust

Fell into the hands of the evil cult

And my judgment for them was far from just.

‘Twas made, no exceptions, child or adult.

The way to stop your day from going whack

Is always to look where you rest your back.