How To
(a bad sonnet)
When I say this is a bad sonnet, I mean deliberately so. It is nothing but a string of clichés, a list of positive thinking boosterisms and stale new-age empowerment bullet points. There’s not a metaphor or an original thought in it, and the verse itself is doggerel. So why write it at all? Because these ideas when mixed, like chlorine bleach and toilet cleaner, release a toxic gas.
And they work, on their own terms. They do foster achievement, if you accept the implicit goals they define. But what else do they foster? So I put all these things together in one pernicious sonnet.
How To Here is how to be a great success: Overcome your fear of pushing through— When something balks you, that’s the time to press Towards your goal; you’re doing this for you. Obstacles are there to make you strong. Become the winner you were meant to be. Erase that loser tag you’ve borne too long And join the winner’s circle of the free. Remember, you’re entitled to succeed And have whatever things you most desire. Persist despite what others seem to need, Insist upon the outcome you require. Swagger is the mindset of the win. That is just the world we’re living in.
Just how pernicious do I think these ideas are? Well, did you notice that the sonnet is also an acrostic?

This sonnet works as satire. And yet, I also find myself thinking about the dumb sincerity of life, how creatures do indeed cliché themselves into the next generation—or into wealth, public office, the pulpit, etc. And it occurs to me, perhaps my own critical judgment could easily be portrayed as the dupe of being. Why bother sneering at platitudes when one could just as well become one?
Bravo!