Sonnet #62 by FisherKingKQJ
In a parked puce Maserati sports car
He primps bleached sparse hair, he tilts sunglasses,
Just for me he clicks the passenger door ajar:
He decries poofs who goose busboy arses.
Uptight lifestyle he deemed to recant-
The trenchcoat and tie and shirt were obscene,
He'd sold on the silver service restaurant
For lazy lines of methamphetamine.
He pulls down the undies on the fellow
At the top of the same kingsized waterbed,
Rhetorically he asks: Feeling mellow?
I'm paralysed, I've got a pain in the head.
When your love is down and chances are thin
You can count on a smarmy mickey finn.
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When your love is down and chances are thin.
When your love is down and chances are meagre.
When your love is down and chances are scant.