a study toward sonnet #573 by FisherKingKQJ
I felt a sense of tremendous relief
Whenas the motel unit door clicked shut,
And then a sense of solitude and grief-
How was it there was so much cash in smut?
It's strictly hush-hush, opposed to tut-tut,
Nothing to talk over a latte bowl
With girlfriends, no, not even as a slut,
Nor with irony or a sad clown scowl.
So condoms, oils, and a white terry towel
Consolidate my medical huge debt;
I'm only the thousandth girl to run foul
Through bad luck into erratic regret-
Somehow, I'll extract my tormented soul.
I'll go back to office temp - plus raise kids-
As loving wife once back on the skids.
(Chorus)
I'll go back to office temp - plus raise kids. SPADES
I'll go back to office temp - plus raise children. CLUBS
I'll go back to office temp - plus raise youngsters. DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]