Sonnet 14
(for Princess Heather)

Some people form their friendships way too fast
Propriety would dictate greater care
Than to her secrets and her snapshots share
Poor Heather, things like that will never last
When fleeing from vicissitudes of life
To frolic and remain anonymous
Friends, pervs and strangers seem synonymous
And Heather looks like a mail-order wife
The sanctity of the confessional
Does not belong upon the Internet
The negative attention gets her wet
So much she should seek a professional
The girl whose mind is like Texas weather
Never gets her stinkin shit together.