a study toward sonnet #624 by FisherKingKQJ
The end of us my thoughts do presage
And telepathic is my personal address
To you as an ultimatum message,
But I shall miss your soft, scratchy caress.
Though popular, you're too tough to access,
There's as many love you as others hate,
Remainders say ave and pax with largesse,
Yourself quick to judge and eliminate.
On your cell phone you openly berate
And so compound bad will in public lifts
And libraries, small brasseries aerate,
Imply bystander assent to your drifts.
It's hard to break into your bubbly voice
I leave you that thought as ethereal choice.
(Chorus)
It's hard to break into your bubbly voice. SPADES
It's hard to break into your bubbly enunciation. CLUBS
It's hard to break into your bubbly utterance. DIAMONDS
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{time to write sonnet: 44 minutes.}