Sonnet 100:

Muse.
We have tangibility subtracting song
— work converted to industry
with little or no honor in order. Worthless

But it adds up. That numbers spoil everywhere, times
We don’t have to see you,
get the job done. Surveyed

we forget that’s why esteemed actuaries went
unmoored. Affection is idly vicarious what’s what. Vicarious isn’t long
enough. Thinner, stouter merge within what accounts spent,
a despised lost cause like a belief system, if any, the survey said.