Sonnet #24 by FisherKingKQJ
But you were only stood up, yet you rue
This crush: but it's a frivolously pain,
You want a love that's automatic true-
And women can be disappointment plain.
Though people say they'd do it all again,
Yourself, you'd transform every small bit.
Young, suicidal friend, I'm such an ex git
By six degrees of alienation, please perpend:
Once I put on a nice shirt for my end...
But didn't want to leave a blemished skin;
I've taken up ruts which once would offend;
I yawn first world lifestyle with Bombay gin.
Feelings are invalid streams of fancy:
To parrot maxims is much less chancey.
{3D interactive chorus:}
o $10,000,000 fancy
o $10,000,000 desire
o $10,000,000 yearning
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