3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #241 by FisherKingKQJ


I don't know what to make of this fight,
It's not about you or me in the least,
Ahead go, all my misdemeanours cite,
My visa is overstamped, dogeared, creased.
You come across as smug and self pleased
Yourself, sometimes, we're more alike
Than we like to admit, a two headed beast,
The misdemeanour list details your psyche.
Perhaps your tantrum is a pre emptive strike
But more likely to paranoia you're slave,
Up through your legs gravity strings spike
From a dice cube on a probability wave.
Sometimes you're funny, at times you drone,
Sometimes you're a marionette I disown.


Sometimes you're funny, at times you drone.
Sometimes you're funny, at times you garble.
Sometimes you're funny, at times you murmur.