a study toward sonnet #501A by FisherKingKQJ
A temple friend begged from me a favour-
To pick up from prison gates an ex-spouse
For Sooky Bubber; for god would I slaver,
Perhaps drop him off at a halfway house?
When I met him I had to muffle wows-
To Krishna and Shiva his prayers were said,
Those luck swastika tattoos worth a browse...
Despite the age gap we whirlwind wed.
We got incensed and talked charkas in bed,
But soon I was humiliated and slugged-
By chance I caught them in a head to head-
Outside a liquor store they kissed and hugged.
They fired excuses, their karma windy,
Through my sari and bullet-hole bindi.
(Chorus)
They fired excuses, their karma windy.
They fired excuses, their karma blustery.
They fired excuses, their karma gusty.
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