Famous Sonnet #1

There are some people quite bereft of souls,
Could not write a poem to save their lives.
Where their hearts should have been, only black holes.
Sociopathic adulterous wives,
And failed comedians and failed bloggers,
They like to surf the net while on the job -
Ironic - the soulless can be sloggers
For the piously interfaith. The mob
Of vipers, the nest of slithering snakes
Has not a creative bone among them -
So though my verse harms none, self-solace makes,
Fills them with disgust, hate, and derision -
Perhaps they think my subject is a joke:
A short silly insignificant bloke.