a study toward sonnet #698 by FisherKingKQJ
The dee cup boob job was done in Bangkok,
Discount indexed on bhat to dollar trades,
But looking back, the surgeon went amok,
With bloated saline bags and ruthless blades.
Incisions were mid-boob, as cheapest grades,
Implants soon oozed up weepy abscesses,
Embossed scars themselves crimson shades,
So under loose blouses I hid my annexes.
Carlos, no rent boy, sometimes accesses
Them senselessly in the early hour frost,
With gentle touch his own demon assesses,
Beneath viaducts rough sleeping our true cost.
So, over and over he says that he's not queer,
So, over and over his knives to gay bars steer.
(Chorus)
So, over and over he says that he's not queer. SPADES
So, over and over he says that he's not fag. CLUBS
So, over and over he says that he's not poof. DIAMONDS
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{Time to compose: 38 minutes.}