a study toward sonnet #585 by FisherKingKQJ
We nod the supposition - all our pals
Are sexier and they're having lots more sex;
What confuses me and sometimes galls-
She's besotted with suspect infant X.
I'm conservative, with much less flex
Than I care to confess - she feels mistress
Or else mother; it's a black magic hex,
Twin poles of her ragged blue spark distress.
My shadow self seems to be a tigress,
A long two-way window of mirror stripes-
When I pounce on celibacy - do I digress?
So, would an affair sort my carnal gripes?
We shan't be those lovers whom we despise:
Our lovely friendship will never demise.
(Chorus)
We shan't be those lovers whom we despise. SPADES
We shan't be those lovers whom we abhor. CLUBS
We shan't be those lovers whom we loathe. DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3 dimensional interactive movies.]