a study toward sonnet #650 by FisherKingKQJ
Your posture toward me is not serious,
Or else masks your contempt and fury,
Undermining and so deleterious,
An all-in-one judge, bailiff and jury.
You're mesmerising, black haired houri,
Correct in your sarcastic great tirade
When smashing in my musty potpourri,
My own disgust conjoins the fusillade.
Let me run on a bayonet's steel blade,
Too familiar with my own hairy palms,
Disgusting habits, philosophy cliche'd,
My hairsplitting, misdirected qualms.
My faults reflect yours, offered to flays,
Let me flatter you still, let me unfaze.
(Chorus)
My faults reflect yours, offered to flays. SPADES
My faults reflect yours, offered to birches. CLUBS
My faults reflect yours, offered to scourges. DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{Time to compose: 47 minutes.}