Sonnet Dare: In Which I Flirt With Trapping Myself In My Own Brain Loop

My expectations, met by District Nine

And yet not met... now just what does that mean?

This query, posed to me today online

Set me upon a path that, sight unseen

Is surely dangerous for me to tread.

Just as the centipede's dilemma does

Pose quite a threat to my poor tender head,

A hoops snake's shape looms also, just because

I try now to recall just what they were,

Those expectations I had, going in

To see the film. 'Tis tricky, memory:

I think back on my hopes with much chagrin,

Is what I think I hoped changed now, for me,

By what the actual exper'ience brought?

My circuits overload; my brain grows hot.

BONUS SONNET: In Which I Muse On My Visit To District 9

Johannesburg's an interesting place
To set some science fiction. District Nine
Proves this in spades as refugees from space
Are rescued there, where echoes of malign
And human stories linger. Mix in crass
Bureaucracy and mutual disdain,
And we start up a film that has some class:
Intriguing hints of darkness with a vain
Protagonist it's hard to like, but then
Explosions start and gunfights and we've lost
The thread of mystery. I'm not sure when
A buddy pic took over at the cost
Of giving up on exploration of
How these poor creatures got there, for all love!