Sonnet #29 and 1/2

Megan McArdle: (And William Shakespeare)

When, in disgrace with voters and Main Street's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in funds,
Feted like him, like him with wealth possess'd,
Desiring this man's stocks and that man's bonds,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at Koch's gate;
For thy sweet wingnut welfare such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.