This is my first time of writing a sonnet, tell me i suck!, or not.



I stand wait for the text message to Zion;
I’m waiting for that call from The Company.
A call that will put an end to all my suffering.
Long years I had spent training to be a lion
Replaced by endless job search try-on
Has left me battered, bruised and in penury.
My mates’ marriages adding salt to my injury.
With this job however, mine will soon be done.
In the end I’ve waited in vain.
Though I beat the best, the call never came.
The job had been given to the less qualified.
Now I know I will not be allowed to grow a mane.
My prize for my price taken by someone with a name.
I now turn to crime as Zion has been vilified.