On the Writing of Sonnets and an Exampled One

Sometimes square words make a reluctant fit
in sonnet's round-holed ten-syllabled line,
I find hammers and razors used, with wit,
can usually shape 'em up, make 'em rhyme.
 
Then craft them suckers with files and chisels
to hack out drivel, if you crack your thumb  
with the hammer then try not to grizzle
but use the pain to exercise mind's tongue,
 
and write with passion and bloody anger
use the same blood dripping down on your page
do not write with some drab assumed languor
but spit it out, with your hatred and rage...
 
And try not to writ lovey-dovey stuff
But rage, rage and rage again, fair enough?