a study toward sonnet #750 by FisherKingKQJ
To this day they should not even guess
That I narked on them while on parole;
For mob affiliates, I couldn't care less,
I can freelance the government payroll.
I spied them on my arcade casing stroll,
Cafe patrons, fingers laced in fingers,
Their baby talk lovey dovey and droll-
Tooting cherubs hovered as harbingers.
I pre empted these at large dead ringers
By pay phone for just a packet of smokes
She, screw, bossed stir crazy malingerers,
He, forger, lorded model slave wage folks.
He rings, blows kisses, simpering a bass.
(Chorus)
$10,000 glass
$10,000 crystal
$10,000 perspex