My Sonnet

Movies I hate, God dam they are phoney
Don’t leave my side I hate being lonely
Don’t talk to me like that, don’t call me kid
In winter do the ducks go to Madrid?
Why does Stradlater have to be so vain?
He best not have laid a finger, on Jane
I was so upset when, old Allie died
When Stradlater hit me, I damn near cried
I think there is something wrong, with my mind
Maybe I should get, Psychoanalyzed
The crumby hotel, full of damn perverts
I hate that pimp, my stomach still damn hurts
I want to stay young, don’t let me grow old
Keep reading my book, watch my life unfold