Sonnet #72 by FisherKingKQJ
Doctor Proctor, old facts are quite scanty,
I fall asleep and snore when I go limp
Sandwiched by whores in a sly grog shanty,
I'm sotted by harlots and a publican pimp.
I'm tired now and on hot square meals I skimp...
Doctor Proctor, will the big scab remiss?
You shoot alum into my cock, you crimp,
You repeat the scare word parasyphilis.
Damaged spinal cord, brain, what talk is this?
With scalpel and meths you stem a chancroid?
You prescribe a cocaine syrup numbing bliss,
You advise a month I women avoid.
Into your Queens Arcade practise we come
From a gumfield for your magic nostrum.
{3D interactive chorus:}
From a gumfield for your magic nostrum.
From a gumfield for your magic elixir.
From a gumfield for your magic potion.
{Rhythm and typeset corrected5/12/05.]