Sonnet with no plot

To write a sonnet cycle with no plot
Is to be avant-garde and not mediæval,
Sticking to narrative line is simply evil,
Imperialist, fascistic, the whole lot
Of oppressive structures misbegot
Upon our language by the sickening weevil.
To tell, as we turn it on the bevel,
A story we can follow -- tommyrot!

Petrarch himself would scarcely recognise
What we have here constructed with our power
To manifest our mental lucubrations
In such obscurity that we seem wise,
The very men and women of the hour,
Keeping base novelists in their proper stations.