a study toward sonnet #154 by FisherKingKQJ
in F flat
I take pseudophedrine to freeze out cold
And scotch endorphin's natural exude,
And over- the- counter might be oversold
To liver in a kidney civil feud.
My joints and ligaments by pain sinewed,
A trojan horse itch in my nose replete,
A sniffy peck by sweet you is reissued;
Your grand pyrrhic victory no small feat.
You decide my clothes, which tofu to eat-
Madam, my fingers I limber and crack
In driving gloves, you drive from the backseat:
If not pleasure, you're a pleasurable rack.
To high death I prefer low level pain,
Your watery eyes sick, to sobbing vain.
{3D interactive chorus in G flat:}
Your watery eyes sick, to sobbing vain.
Your watery eyes sick, to sobbing arrogant.
Your watery eyes sick, to sobbing conceit.