Formalism RULES (and I love sonnets)

Bill Schulz please write a verse to save my soul

You tell me that i can't and i agree

But nonetheless the need becomes the whole.

The burden lies now on the chest of thee

As need is here to speak my mind each night

A simple mention from a friend in jest

Made me acquire a charge to cast a light.

But knew not i if i could f'fill this quest.

I ask again, sir, when will i be free?

Sometimes the whole is 'nough to cause repulse

E'en though it should be but a breeze

Atlas had no less to himself entrust'd.

I'll write a verse to save my soul Bill Schulz,

The page fills naught but white with ghouls and holes.