a study toward sonnet #405 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive
She called me a rapacious, filthy liar,
She was the opposite her words implied,
A phoney subtext which lifted my ire,
Delivered in a voice sardonic and snide.
She was just getting her bit on the side,
I was a playboy who silkily preyed
On ingenues as a matter of pride,
So she hypocritically inveighed.
Her blows were actually a barricade,
Her peacenick values irrational peeves
Deployed with the angry edge of a spade,
Against the pawns of globe trotting thieves.
She was a blabber mouth yet called me snitch,
She was to cut a long story short a...bitch.
She was a blabber mouth yet called me snitch.
She was a blabber mouth yet called me grass.
She was a blabber mouth yet called me nark.
[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]