Читать книгу #Sonnets - Lucien Young - Страница 7

When I beheld upon my laptop screen

The best and brightest of our earthly stars

As cover girl of Paper magazine,

With gloves and pearls and glist’ning, global arse,

Then did my heart with foreign feelings flare,

For little had I known erotic passion

Ere I had glimpsed thy shining derriere

And learned thy gilded name, O Kim Kardashian!

But thereon grieved my soul, for I did think

Of how thy form empixelled might remain,

That, IRL, my lips might never drink

A glass of thy butt-balancèd champagne.

I need thee, Kim; oh prithee do not let

My heart be broken like the internet!