This project composes a sonnet from one line each of Shakespeare’s 154 sonnets. (whichever line speaks to me upon reading the sonnet) Sonnet Number (line number in that sonnet”text”) New Sonnet 1 (line 7 “Making a famine where abundance lies, “) To make a famine where abundance lies We need to disregard the way we live If no one ever starves then no one dies If no one asks, does anybody give? Abundant lies exist where people seem To be enamored by abundant words Where poetry is more than just a dream Where poets flit about like little birds They peck the ground where seeded words are spilt The poets think that they must peck to fly And so they peck and eat in abject guilt And then regurgitate before they die The metaphor of words as seeds proclaims That poets too are known by other names.