a study toward sonnet #731 by FisherKingKQJ
You do pussyfoot around those bastards,
The pros, cons, ins, outs of welfare states;
Anonymous bureaucratic dastards
Who favour African gangster ingrates.
Strange as we're candidly the best of mates,
Take up front posy artificial flowers,
Do not believe in bouquet smarm conflates,
Insist that blunt truth suddenly empowers.
The latest blip to tap your smiles and glowers,
In machinations of state, we're tiny cogs
Rolled this way and that, grind out hours
Approved as driven bitches under dogs.
Have loosed one petal dowdy nylon flake.
(Chorus)
$1,000,000 fake
$1,000,000 bogus
$1,000,000 phoney
{Pretend money...for now}
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