Sonnet #27 by FisherKingKQJ
Manslaughter two was how he bumped his end,
I endured the undertakers' parlour,
With my then boyfriend, our ebullient friend;
In our black limousine I felt love sour.
We huddled his priest on a hailstone shower,
Mist wound the granite gravestone like a gauze,
His sapele casket was then grappled lower
And lower to hole bottom; and I took pause
To mull around my boyfriend's various flaws:
His friend's voice steamed and tickled my cold nose,
Amusing with tales of bending back laws:
John was some sort of wasteful overdose-
A hypodermic syringe was the cause.
I wore my black cocktail dress all that wake:
And wreathed a puppy love for real love's sake.
{3D interactive chorus:}
o $10,000,000 wake
o $10,000,000 burial
o $10,000,000 funeral
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