A crowd-sourced sonnet? Sounds like Sir Realist is at it again

We need line 12 for our crowd-sourced sonnet!

'Tis a game anyone can play.

It elevates collaboration and chance to an esthetic dieal." -- Manny Kant

Here is where we are right now:

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How like a prison is my cubicle,

And yet how far my mind can freely roam

From gaol to Jerusalem, Hell to home.

Freedom ends or starts with a funeral.

Say what must die inside that I may not

Cast down this die and cross the Rubicon

Thence to the true hell: the heat of Tucson

Where drug lords blaze loads of coke, meth, and pot.

Freedom starts, or ends, with a funeral.

I once watched men with Uzis guard the Pope

No hope, no hope, no hope, no hope, no hope.

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It's a game, a contest, a stunt, a cunning stunt, a lovely extroverted poetry pastime. Try it!

Kenneth Koch would have approved.

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