Probably not really a sonnet, but a poem about the addictive candy crush game.
Glittering and grinding into a fine dust,
Bright as gems, compulsive as cocaine;
Fingers caress the touchscreen; lust
For bonus power-ups, feel my pain
At level thirty-five; I cannot match three,
My mind is racing, they are all spinning,
I will never be free,
I am not winning.
They sparkle and tease
With their sugar and grease;
Pleasing animation hiding sinister addiction,
Worming deep into my mind,
Quite a sad affliction,
A cure I cannot find.