The Muddy blistering truth!

This was an assignment to write a sonnet using blank- verse 

The perfume of the muddy ground blisters

The stench grovels tugging at my ankles

Hope is shrugging at its frequent clients

Airs standing calm, depressed lives continue

And there all you are sitting on your ass

Worried about gas prices going up.

But why not stand up and help who you can?

 It’s not my problem I don’t even care

I don’t use my own gun, my life is fun.

One day your tall lofty buildings will fall,

 I will have a ball watching you crawl down,

Out of the brawl, which I will want egged on.

I feel it in my Brest the stress you lack

Your bloody Blessed I'm not impressed!