a study toward sonnet #770 by FisherKingKQJ
You're works of art upon my optic nerve,
I can't help but rub my eyelids, my eyes,
The other fellow has shown gritty verve,
I won't give out in tears, just blurry sties.
You're nice to please, but certitude now vies
With new self doubt, as he's a blatant squit
Despised by many for blunt lies he plies,
You do not frown or smirk at him one whit.
My legs are wobbly else my blindspots flit,
Some bogey punches shadow box an assault,
Upside down cross reverse my corneas fit,
And gravitas slams niceness foothold fault.
Upside down, back to front, inside out taint,
Your sidle white on black begins to paint.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 taint
o $10,000 adulterate
o $10,000 corrupt
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]