Sonnet 93:

Better to live more as love may near
Supposing I’m in many ways a deceived husband.

A coterie of enablers cooperates fully. For us,
A love interest is made to look calculated.

For there can be no hatred in our eyes.
But, facing love, the early light seems to
Urge us to go out, rehearsetoo much and get wasted, frowning, moody —
Eve’s apple was Adam’s.

What have we beside a sack of parrots?