a study toward sonnet #759 by FisherKingKQJ
I thought of you as bundled dynamite,
One dry squib sans a detonating cap,
Our spats essentially a couple rite,
I'd had a gutsful of your know all crap.
You do play nice and never take the rap,
I'm angered by back wash of shock waves
From clandestine depth charges in the gap,
Between your error and your tetchy raves.
Your buckle or demise, good fortune saves,
Perhaps, as a makeshift warning reprieve;
A foolish soul like me dreams aery braves,
Should swish to pieces, hubris so relieve.
Unbid, I can say us, ours, or, we two.
(Chorus)
$10,000 too
$10,000 also
$10,000 plus
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