(This poem is part of a heroic crown of sonnets. For more information, see "Crown of Chaos, Crown Jewel") 

 A crown of sonnets: quite a daunting feat

To even try would label me a fool.

And while success would make me seem elite,

A topic won't be given, like in school

So far, I've always written on one thing.

My poems always had a “meta” feel.

I fear that if I step outside my ring,

I'll fail to find the words to “keep it real”.

Perhaps for this I'll take a lighter heart.

Apply the wit I often use in prose

Although it may be true that all true art

is angsty, just as the old saying goes

Perhaps “true art's” not where my talents lie

Perhaps I should give something else a try.