Sonnet I → Transbliterated (001)

Shakespeare

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.
  Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
  To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

Enormous creatures augment my desire
	The merely beautiful bore me to death
		The mothers of those living between
			An easy life
			And a memory to be
But you
	Your desire trapped
		In brilliant eyes
			A light by which I could live forever
You feed on some hidden abundance
	An enemy's treasure
		Candy
			An edible garter 'round the world

I alone call you out
	Yank the truth from your throat
	Suck your vomit
	Tell the world
		Here is your glutton!
So I can eat the remains
	Hidden 'neath your gravestone