a study toward sonnet #190 by FisherKingKQJ
With a heavy heart I dropped the phone back
Into its cradle - I'd been calm and nice,
I supplied evidence just short of a hack
Or a snoop - but he still tumbled the dice.
I picked up the phone and slammed it down twice:
I was still his main squeeze? I started to sob-
I was such a fraud, and meekness my demise-
Why couldn't I confront that two timing fob?
Alpha males and feisty girls who hobnob
On jetties and superyachts would cheer
If I looking glass rehearsed a hatchet job
And shattered his fine, thin, brittle veneer.
So, when would I wake up and become real?
Would it be in the first or second reel?
{3D interactive chorus:}
So, when would I wake up and become real?
So, when would I wake up and become actual?
So, when would I wake up and become definite?