A Modern Sonnet For A Modern Man Who Had Everything And Now Has Nothing

Roll up, roll up
See the freak in his gilded cage
A cry, a whip, a giddy-hup
And watch him scream and roar in rage.
Because after the denial that's all that's left
Pre-bargain, pre-sadness
For a man who has been left bereft
Of his loving girl in a blood pink dress
And despite him being older now
He misses her with all he has
Another heartache, another vow
Yet another failed romance

And all but him fail to understand
The importance of love in an arid land.