As Creatures, We Do Not Amount to Much – Sonnet Sixty-Four

As creatures, we do not amount to much.
All others seem better equipped to be
The things they are without questioning such,
While we prevaricate with full conceit.

Oh, poets we, what stupid silly things,
We dance around the fates and facts with words
That we ridiculously tout and sling,
In hopes, confuse and yet are clearly heard.

We could just write a letter, clearly state
The premise that to those we would convey
Our deepest thoughts’ and deepest loves’ relate,
But then again what pleasure that purvey?

So, no! it’s your best guess to find our mean
As we will write our words in lines between.