A 21st Century Sonnet

I wish I lived with Shakespeare, with Sidney or with Wyatt,
So I could sit and spill my thoughts to sonnet after sonnet.
The thoughts of you relentless, every greeting, glance and text,
The writing would consist of you, perhaps what happens next.
If I lived when I could write,
I’d immortalize that stare,
The way you’d give Queen Bey the shits
With that pissed off glare.
But instead I stalk the internet, your facebook, gram and twitter.
It’s the world online that Sidney missed that only makes me bitter.
Now I am not claiming to be a Great poet,
But I have lots of love for you, so here’s a fucking sonnet.