a study toward sonnet #266 by FisherKingKQJ
Old media fame loosed crooks on me fast-
I got sixty grand compo for the scale
Of razor barbs - even in plaster cast
My ribs and knees quiver, my elbows quail.
I was overpriced by the terms of bail,
Against remand too weak to argue
I turned tv critic on a pitch and sale-
To infomercial new age respect due.
I got a crush on that wicca chick Sue,
A golden serpent twisted up my spine;
A golden ball on my ankle, we flew
Above the exercise yard, rain or shine.
If there's a choice: tv babe or parole-
I'd rather take gate fever on the whole.
I'd rather take gate fever on the whole.
I'd rather take gate fever on the balance.
I'd rather take gate fever on the line.
{Proof of concept for interactive movies.}