Sonnet

This is not going to cut it as a johnny wad sonnet
There's no way this will end up your desired odwalla sonnet
The constant sinus headache in this poem alone
will disqualify it from sonnet status.
Plus it's screaming in the parking lot
of a Target store something vaguely metaphysical
and threatening to its inner redneck.

This "sonnet" worries about things
like the underdiagnosed male yeast infection
and whether Vagisil could be purchased
and used by the louder gander gender.
See what I mean about unsonnet-like cooz behavior.
This sonnet wants to take its blood pressure
right now obsessively and possibly imitate sanity.
This sanity projectile-vomits language

as a fulmar (a defense mechanism) and now it just blew the 14 line thing