A syntaxless sonnet

Once Truth, Justice, and all morality seemed noble

Yet over all those things, I’d hand myself over to your laws, G,

You make me happy, happy in each other, in that love blissful

In you, happily. And those things ignoble be – the freak

Neanderthals, that think they have culture and morality,

With their Victorian prudishness and phobia of lesbians moved in,

Corrupted North Dandenong. Yet, despite the world’s decay, G,

We’ll be blessed to be living happily, in place together,

In your happiness, G, all our morals, placed rightly be