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Extra Credit, The Annotated Edition

My Brit Lit professor is offering extra credit to anyone who writes a sonnet to turn in. Instead, I decided to adapt Pat Benatar into sonnet form. Why? Because it’s hilarious.

We are Young; Heartache to Heartache we Stand¹

We are young; heartache to heartache we stand —
Both of us knowing that, woah, we are strong,
And with that, no one can tell us we’re wrong.
Together — no promises, no demands.

Leave me, believe me, but please understand
We have been searching our hearts for so long,
Finally finding the words in a song,²
Innuendo, for reproductive glands.³

Tell me — will you, if I’m losing control,
Turn me away or touch me deep inside?
If we get much closer, hearts unconcealed,
And yours surrenders, you’ll need me to hold.
I’m trapped by your love and chained to your side.
Both of us know love is a battlefield.


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Scholarly contention holds that the work is a satirical adaptation of Pat Benatar’s 1983 hit pop single “Love is a Battlefield,” a song that would have been well known to both the author and to the professor for whom the work was indirectly written.  There is a prevailing theory that Benatar’s borderline-nonsensical lyrical content may have heavily influenced the overall incoherence of the poem.

² Apparently an allusion to Benatar and what could be considered the collective emotional consciousness of American Top 40 pop culture.

³ i.e., the typical pop love song narrative as a thinly veiled allusion to teenage sex.

⁴ A case in point of such innuendo.

⁵ The battle metaphor is a common theme throughout classic Petrarchan sonnets, a form borrowed and butchered by the author for this particular work.

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I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m an English major…

But let’s face it. Being an English major is the antithesis of studying mathematics, economics, physics, or any other quantitative disciple. In English, it is all about quality over quantity; as in, how well you can say absolutely nothing whatsoever.

Of course, the English major has many tools at his (or her) disposal to carry out such a seemingly trite undertaking. Take MLA format, for example. You put something in block quotes, slap a few elipses in it here and there, and suddenly you’ve made even Rick Perry not sound like an ignorant, bigoted, Republican doofus. To wit:

I’m not ashamed to admit that … gays can serve openly in the military. … [O]ur kids … openly celebrate Christmas or pray in school … As President, I’ll end … war.  … [L]iberal … heritage … made America strong. It can make her strong again. (Perry, Strong Ad)

Parents, please encourage your children to major in Engineering, or Physics, or really anything other than Animal Science, at a university other than Texas A&M, so that they don’t ever come across as narrow-minded, pretentious hillbilly pricks.

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If you want to really hurt your parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.
Kurt Vonnegut