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, in pain, hatred and rage...  
 
And try not to writ lovey-dovey stuff  
But rage, rage and rage again, fair enough?