a study toward sonnet #464 by FisherKingKQJ
Thing I can't stomach is romantic love,
It's given me a craving for comfort food;
I hate to say this: best to give love the shove,
No one loves, really, not even the lewd.
So lately, I've flirted reckless and crude,
Not bothering to check if she's attached,
And risking a beating by her steady dude...
I sprint for my life if they're well matched.
My low rent girlfriend's jacket is crosshatched,
She favours herring bone tight pencil skirts,
Her blood red hairdo is layered and thatched,
She makes me feel such loneliness it hurts.
She wears about her annoying hauteur,
She burns as magnesium strips in water.
She wears about her annoying hauteur.
She wears about her annoying arrogance.
She wears about her annoying disdain.
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