a study toward sonnet #200 by FisherKingKQJ
HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS
The circumstance of prison is bizarre-
I wasn't a flight risk, my case would rest,
The nephew of Sheikh Bargin Bin Bazaar
Got me to sit his gyrocopter test.
My fake ID lead to his near arrest,
At Whenuapai I was handcuffed for fraud,
Aladdin's written English I addressed,
His prior swots at a licence were flawed.
By jumbo jets, belly dancers I'm awed...
His uncle's a brent crude oil billionaire
On the long-list for the cushion of Saud-
I'd co-pilot his automatic heir.
A good Samaritan I rot in gaol,
For belly dancers I landed in jail.
{3D interactive chorus:}
A good Samaritan I rot in gaol. SPADES
A good Samaritan I rot in detention. CLUBS
A good Sanaritan I rot in prison. DIAMONDS