a study toward sonnet #433 by FisherKingKQJ
I haven't quit her for anyone else-
But I want a life assured, less intense,
As sorrow for this love in my eyes wells,
I think solitude is my recompense.
Her imperfections make a kind of sense?
She'll be self deprecating with a grudge
In passing off blame from hence to thence,
She'll be trivial and preachy as a judge
In criticism of the slightest smudge;
Unpredictably given to fatigue,
She'll be a far too nice victim in sludge,
So passing over vengeance for blitzkrieg.
She's obsessed with getting the last word in-
Therefore I push the pedal on the bin.
(Chorus)
Therefore I push the pedal on the bin.
Therefore I push the pedal on the canister.
Therefore I push the pedal on the vase.
[Proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue called: Autocue3]