a study towards sonnet #216 by FisherKingKQJ
The wig and cloak and gavel are now boon
For philosophy of life as a game
But I say the elite judge is a buffoon
Till electricity is free, and love the aim.
My sweet, I find his argument lame
And does he order pain across the board?
Cardboard box and penthouse are not the same
To that gerrymander and stonewall lord.
So where does he tuck his rare greenback hoard?
In a kingsized mattress eight feet tall
His top rung intellect is underscored,
The gap between sheets, wife and ceiling small.
It's the limitless love ahead I fear
Yet your free bee stung lips are such sweet fare.
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It's the limitless love ahead I fear.
It's the limitless love ahead I dread.
It's the limitless love ahead I cringe.