a study toward sonnet #817 by FisherKingKQJ

Them streets of Auckland are little kinder
For blokes like you with a showy handicap;
I would march forward as your minder
To shield you from any gag or slow clap.
She knows of your incubator mishap,
Her Siamese sister wants you just the same;
She gave my bum a friendly, bossy slap,
Said I could bank five grand in your bad name.
She said that life was nothing but a game,
My genetic disease not worth the tweak
Fed me free coffee, then took back the blame,
I said that we're queer bashers as we leak.
Life is a scratchie card or bent trust fund,
You wed, my pretty teller way outgunned.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 fund
o $10,000 bank
o $10,000 pool

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a study toward sonnet #816 by FisherKingKQJ

I've fallen out of love with sweet girls twice,
But for misunderstanding with the first,
But for misleading the second as nice,
Still by misfortune I'm in you well versed.
Your body to strangers you've lots disbursed,
Posed sexy shut in or sultry stay at home;
Those lonely chancers in your arms nursed,
Have been so many names to blot out tome.
Across your flesh, mens' lascivious eyes roam,
My memory of your beauty there awakes;
I rank your oath as froth, my pledge as foam,
For your unknown life my heart still aches.
I'm smooth indifferent when over shy,
Whereas the One enflames as bye the bye.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 shy
o $10,000 lowkey
o $10,000 retiring

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Get a paycheck for laughing during an interactive situation comedy.

a study toward sonnet #815 by FisherKingKQJ

I wonder who's dry humping her right now?
She spreads herself thin with her aim to please;
She rid herself of me through contriving row,
I gave her butt a playful, ill timed squeeze.
She seems more of a show off than a tease,
Top buttons left undone on sleeveless blouse,
A slipped bra strap this side of soft core sleaze,
And panty hems her arching jeans unhouse.
I'm not the first or last to therein browse,
I'm not the last or first fobbed off half done,
But she's the sort to rub and never bowse?
Has she made love to several or none?
Now that I think of it she's a tomboy,
Amused tarts do see through her flirty ploy.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 tomboy
o $10,000 feminist
o $10,000 vixen

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a study toward sonnet #814 by FisherKingKQJ

I know you through your calm golden aura,
Your silhouette rotating slowly to face me,
We're standing knee high in exotic flora,
Some venus flytraps, near an old cork tree.
Our juggled future life ahead I scry and see,
Above your face there floats a buckyball,
It's trapped by avatar Da's cosmic knee,
Pink flames any bad karma do forestall.
You can remember what my words recall,
Arm wrestling, itchy toes flicking out sand,
Those tailgate picnics on the barrier wall,
A low tide curve of Mission bay's pale strand.
Symmetric reversals have us stricken,
Rosey dawn dusk after black sands thicken.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 stricken
o $10,000 captivated
o $10,000 mesmerised

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a study toward sonnet #813 by FisherKingKQJ

I can't be laid on conscious conscientious,
Love asks for one cornerstone that's solid,
Grout gets telescoped as mild contentious,
Since instinct might not arbitrate for stolid.
All your gestures, sighs, and smiles are salted
In motor memory deep, part known clear;
From your spirit time has washed the squalid,
Converged as one my booty calling leer.
I'm jerked round by a gravity string weir,
Lie in bed not counting on next morning,
That I'll wake once more, find you supine near,
I can't manage my pulse, gait or yawning.
My hands roam of their own will in caper,
Stroke your painted toenail, thin leg taper.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 caper
o $10,000 adventure
o $10,000 rollick

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a study toward sonnet #812 by FisherKingKQJ

Digits on that plaque read twenty twenty,
And bubbles cross my lips zipped from afar;
I remember that you'd beat me plenty
Explains me now as this head in a jar.
White coated medics dug about your char-
You'd died asleep in usual old age bliss,
No deathbed blubbed regrets or pleas to mar
Your phoney public face, coccooned from hiss.
I've outlived you, I take comfort in this,
Enjoy strange allergies that pass for pain;
And people would say it so wrong to diss
The dead who might attempt reply in vain.
How young love can somehow yet be saviour,
Cancel blackouts, envied blunt behaviour.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 saviour
o $10,000 lifebouy
o $10,000 rescuer

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a study toward sonnet #811 by FisherKingKQJ

I tried to not be with her truth being told,
Our face shapes, skin tone little too alike,
But she was charming in a way alien bold,
I worried that rebuff might turn her dike.
We traded pledge rings, in no way a pike,
We saved ourselves up for her maidenhead,
She got me sodding her with my bald spike,
You see yourself that I was peasy lead.
My voice was late to break, when all is said,
My pink cheeks blossomed into manly fluff,
My hormones pointed me to things not dead,
I shot from runt to gangly which was tough.
I shed puppyfat, yet she craved blubber,
We split on good terms, unlike a rubber.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 blubber
o $10,000 fat
o $10,000 lard

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a study toward sonnet #811 by FisherKingKQJ

I tried to not be with her truth be told,
Our face shapes, skin tone little too alike,
But she was charming in a way alien bold,
I worried that rebuff might turn her dike.
We traded pledge rings, in no way a pike,
We saved ourselves up for her maidenhead,
She got me sodding her with my bald spike,
You see yourself that I was peasy lead.
My voice was late to break, when all is said,
My pink cheeks blossomed into manly fluff,
My hormones pointed me to things not dead,
I shot from runt to gangly which was tough.
I shed puppyfat, yet she craved blubber,
We split on good terms, unlike a rubber.

a study toward sonnet #810 by FisherKingKQJ

Said that I love you one hundred percent,
In troubling times, for better, or for worse;
But now I can't zoom out of what I meant,
And your creek of mischief is now a bourse.
Tell myself facets turn and shades disperse,
The good and bad ruled by our common sense;
You're babble vengeance if not sarcasm terse,
Your overreactions can't help but incense.
I loved your stickles thorough going intense,
Revered you once entrapped by other mode,
Howso small that might be as recompense,
Such storms more such adrenalin well bode.
I'd say that when she's good she's really good,
As you're crooked or plain misunderstood.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 good
o $10,000 dex
o $10,000 right

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a study toward sonnet #809 by FisherKingKQJ

I don't know what you see in your fellow,
You're stranger now to one and all of us,
He gives me looks far from smiley mellow,
You know it's so bizarre for me to cuss.
So do tell him - naff off, go board a bus,
Get on a bike, goof on out of this life;
You can do better than his maudlin muss,
It only squares off as two timing strife.
Stumble, fumble, mumble takes you his wife,
He gets you doing my own bitter trouble;
Too sweet and trustworthy ends crises rife,
Short of saying he's my ex hubby's double.
So, come join us girlies for a shout of drink,
As all old socks else all ersatz men stink.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 drink
o $10,000 booze
o $10,000 liquor

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a study toward sonnet #808 by FisherKingKQJ

We had a great time snorting up the coke,
The fruits of our work as exclusive thieves;
But in the property crash we went broke,
As laundered cash no trace of itself leaves.
Bittersweet my sentimental heart grieves:
My wife who's his wife's identical twin
Got one of them throat cancers that bereaves,
Public health shortlists could not let us in.
We burgled reckless, felt no feckless sin,
Far off dinner parties clamoured violins,
We'd safecrack those gemcases under din,
Gentlemen not vandals, shy of violence.
Old private detectives would envy us,
I saved my darling's life with scrappy fuss.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 us
o $10,000 ours
o $10,000 selfsame

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[Private prisons: "I did not do it."
Public prisons: "I didn't do it.']

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fierce blazing heated
Dear Diary,
It's a golden key to the gates of the Celestial City. I'm enjoying this low tech period
of my life...but it is really bad news for our competitors, because when it ends, I'll
be programming computers to write thousands of sonnets, plays, novels, tv series
movies, musicals, symphonies using playing card algorithms.

a study toward sonnet #807 by FisherKingKQJ

Accusations stream off your tongue as glib,
With covering smiles you're untrusting cruel,
Displays more of love you still want to crib,
I'd soon as tort my tears to rocket fuel.
Verse backbiting backsliders goes your pule,
I shake my fist on your behalf at them;
Verse guttersniping gripers goes your duel,
I shadow your sharp tongue to point condemn.
You could use me as spitoon for your phlegm,
I'd cut my arms if you were just to ask;
Tell me to die, I'll book the last requiem,
Or broadcast me putdown so I might bask.
In midst of tribulations small and fierce,
Your subtle smirks and livid eyes do pierce.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 fierce
o $10,000 blazing
o $10,000 heated

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a study toward sonnet #806 by FisherKingKQJ

I wish that I could get enraged by him,
But he's aware and self confessed in vice;
His flippant slag of girls came off grim,
Yet his brown eyes appeared just as nice.
I've been around the block the once or thrice,
You might call me confirmed, avid cynic,
But after lust is gone, love turns to ice
Give and take become a game or clinic.
Problem is that he's wealthy, outward civic,
Knows what I think without one word spoken,
Else he plays funny, when mock acidic,
Once before by such my heart was broken.
True as true to call him my chosen type
The road defined, also including gripe.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 type
o $10,000 kind
o $10,000 style

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a study toward sonnet #805 by FisherKingKQJ

I didn't think that I'd greet you again,
It was low cunning to beg you with tears;
You didn't deserve the sudden strain,
You say it's an inkling of your worst fears?
In one night club I got odd blinking stares,
Drinks from a photographer on a bout;
He offered me money for baring my wares,
I didn't know that he was a short con lout.
I went back woozy, marketed my pout,
Helped a boozy salesman find his wallet,
Lurch into five star bed and then black out,
One grand hit me like a rubber mallet.
Like my parents we could do real estate,
My work in parenthesis shan't gestate.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 estate
o $10,000 land
o $10,000 property

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a study toward sonnet #804 by FisherKingKQJ

I watched his big hand stroke a change of gear,
And his calf quail as he stepped on the gas;
I filled with craven angst just short of fear,
Through motor memories of sexual sass.
His sideways glance made a brief slaking pass
Across my svelte profile and trembling throat,
My figure voluptuous half bent hourglass,
His eyes then narrowed on the road in gloat.
I thought these wondrous things aligned by rote
Would turn to tedium on a bland plateau,
Long after our honeymoon we would tote
Unwanted baggage down from his chateau.
But, darling, he had a gym tuned physique,
Those gasping interludes passed for mystique.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 physique
o $10,000 anatomy
o $10,000 body

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a study toward sonnet #804 by FisherKingKQJ

I watched his big hand stroke a change of gear,
And his calve quail as he stepped on the gas;
I filled with craven angst just short of fear,
Through motor memories of sexual sass.
His sideways glance made a brief slaking pass
Across my svelte profile and trembling throat,
My figure voluptuous half bent hourglass,
His eyes then narrowed on the road in gloat.
I thought these wondrous things aligned by rote
Would turn to tedium on a bland plateau,
Long after our honeymoon we would tote
Unwanted baggage down from his chateau.
But, darling, he had a gym tuned physique,
Those gasping interludes passed for mystique.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 physique
o $10,000 anatomy
o $10,000 body

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a study toward sonnet #803 by FisherKingKQJ

I've gotten used to this world upside down,
That correction of my eyesight via brain;
You flood my metaphysics sotted crown,
With frames gravity's properties ingrain.
Blame presbyopia else ibid cornea strain,
When not distracted, ever I search you cute,
Few other beauties can my red eyes train,
Your bluster challenge, my mad blinks refute.
They babble that you're glossing bad repute,
They gossip that you're shy to hide a plot,
They chitchat that you're bluffing for reboot,
They jabber that you're mum till parting shot.
Between your size and seal expires their loss,
You're double negative bright under dross.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 loss
o $10,000 deficit
o $10,000 minus

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a study toward sonnet #802 by FisherKingKQJ

I heard myself laugh loudly when you rolled
And rested on your elbows over me;
Your lips teased mine but to then withhold,
Your kisses merely breath away yet free.
My fingers read your ribs, thereby did see,
My teasing eyes sparking your sparkling eyes;
Provocation and providence slacked lee,
That love lived by ommission rid white lies.
I heard myself squeal in engaged surprise,
I felt throbbing, then quivering in my boobs,
Around us pulled tightly the white sheet plies,
And melted at the grind of our warm pubes.
Your dashing head eclipsed the ceiling lamp
The saintly sight gave me engorging cramp.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 lamp
o $10,000 beacon
o $10,000 torch

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Dear Diary,
800 sonnets are the equivalent of four full length stage plays.
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kooky eccentric maverick

a study toward sonnet #801 by FisherKingKQJ

My hunch rose from our involved disorder,
Our multi personality spooked psyche;
Bobby had crisscrossed a blue thin border,
Yet Bob and Rob refused to hitch a hike.
Immature frontal lobe teen brainwave spike:
He'd swished another skater in the park,
Impregnated her zigzagging turnpike...
Mad Bob and Rob of timeshare lumped the dark.
Translator Robert, I have made my mark
For Lucky Horse Import Export triad front;
You could say chi-chi wangles are my arc,
I close a deal with universal nod or grunt.
Bob's a barber, Rob's an artist kooky,
Marriage is one crumbling fortune cookie.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 kooky
o $10,000 eccentric
o $10,000 maverick

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beauty glamour pretty
The golden key to the gates of the Celestial City.

a study toward sonnet #800 by FisherKingKQJ

I get my kicks through double jeopardy,
Now I've scored your glandularesque fever;
You quickly shook off your hot lethargy,
My gene sequence could pull no such lever.
Sickness makes me boldest self deceiver
In quasi, proxy, pseudo sexual sweat;
You're my divine, faithful love receiver,
An hour of need turns on infinite debt.
I'm rotten if not neutral, chalk upside bet,
You're wetnurse trophy, if not ugly mug,
My mantra is crazed love of legs thickset,
My tantra is veined dug soft tugged for slug.
Fevered, I called you non pareil beauty,
Soothed, I faked said same as ditto duty.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 beauty
o $10,000 glamour
o $10,000 pretty

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a study toward sonnet #799 by FisherKingKQJ

Everyone in the ballroom was grifting,
Dumbwaiter, bogeyman, ingrate bellhop,
New Year's Eve tectonic plate uplifting,
Illegal and loud download wouldn't stop.
Gatecrashing nark and loyal local cop
Sashayed by to test free grog and nibbles;
Part time hooker flashed a fishnet flipflop,
Clients as sassy friends in drabs and dribbles;
Schizos signed the guestbook with scribbles
One as bush lawyer, one recluse tycoon;
My beancounting wife and daughter sybils
Giving back to society once a blue, blue moon.
Guest houses are for love, poor bottom line,
Overcharging grifters being my incline.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 line
o $10,000 dash
o $10,000 stroke

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schmaltz pookiness treacle
Golden key to the gates of the Celestial City.

a study toward sonnet #798 by FisherKingKQJ

You were the only straight male in the club,
I held you at arms length for the tango;
Infatuation I thought some mummy's boy flub
Though acceptable through rules quango.
We were as one while doing the fandango,
You sobbed in my ear while the band did wail;
You poured me vodka, orange and mango,
One two punches, puppy love quick stale.
You served three long months in an open gaol
For kidnapping me on your drunken lark;
Wherefrom your sorry letters did prevail,
I kissed and cherished each lit watermark.
I love your good behaviour bonded schmaltz,
Drop your tyre iron for an excuse me waltz.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 schmaltz
o $10,000 pookiness
o $10,000 treacle

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Dear Diary,
I feel we're very close here, under the umbrella of Google, to fulfilling my vision of a margin of
dialogue text down the side of every tv screen on the planet.
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS

a study toward sonnet #797 by FisherKingKQJ

Your opponents thrive on great vanity,
Your attention divert from their own dirt,
Your sparkling facade reeks insanity,
To be pained inside is still type of hurt.
It's better then to risk your fitted shirt
By mortgaged duplex, bug freehold dump;
Sky high and pokey, you may flag and flirt,
You'll dolly up dry rot, sell prior to slump.
What hunch do you house in an aching clump
In your lower gut but hookworms symbiotic
Who feed on your soul, harness inner rump,
Who drag you down fatigued and vitriolic?
Below, hookworms on you lovingly feed,
I feel the councillor dull landlord fee'd.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 feed
o $10,000 dine
o $10,000 sup

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hips midriff pelvis
A key to the gates of the celestial city.

a study toward sonnet #796 by FisherKingKQJ

You dragged three silver clips out of my hair,
And tresses on my shoulders flowed about,
Your fingerpads began to comb and snare,
My racing heart declared a thumping rout.
You raised my buttocks onto tile and grout,
And mirrors all round were bold and snide,
My kiss abridged your garbled, wanton spout,
Your buss cut short my protest as guide.
Your digits fumbled, then unclipped aside
My bra cups quickly, my head stirred annoyed,
And yet I surrendered to swirl and glide,
I closed my eyes, struck by some asteroid.
You forced my thighs closed round your hips,
Marched cross my decolletage with your lips.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 hips
o $10,000 midriff
o $10,000 pelvis

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a study toward sonnet #795 by FisherKingKQJ

Raven haired witch whom I now resented?
She was just his widowed sister in law;
Hanger on ash blondes whom he presented?
They were personal assistants in awe.
Vamping frizzy mulatto, all round draw?
She was some ad agency dyke model;
Busty limpet redhead who was red raw?
She was a cub reporter comp up for doddle.
He loved my weirdness, offered some coddle,
Could well ignore paranoia for love's sake,
Play act as this cowboy high with yodel,
Or this gaunt guru winding up a snake.
I was so dreamy perfect not set straight,
Outside my guesses, for him perfect mate.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 straight
o $10,000 plumb
o $10,000 true

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a study toward sonnet #794 by FisherKingKQJ

Those beestung lips I thoroughly worship,
Enticed with mysteriously mouthing mime;
Aloud she whispered, for me, "boor" let slip,
I sashayed past her crowd to fix the clime.
She covered her mouth with a hand sublime,
Veined marble, shadowed white alabaster,
Her friends laughed at her joke before its time,
Splayed her fingers, fingered said disaster.
Yet she was still urged onward diss faster,
She conned my anxiety and stiff unease,
Changed my sad looks now as gallant blaster,
What I thought myself, she wrote off tease.
I was no bore, grabbed meekly her life bouy,
I could wear their snide remarks as her boy.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 bouy
o $10,000 marker
o $10,000 signpost

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Trivia, babel, clickityclick. Music aspires to being language...and I can prove this by stacking
m.-rse code on top of vu/rse code for machine language sound tracks to 3d interactive movies.

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RED GREEN BLUE

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS
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lam run scarper

a study toward sonnet #793 by FisherKingKQJ

I've scuffled on through that dichotomy:
I feel adrift in crowds, or lone alone;
My recall has missed sharp, dire lobotomy,
The pain of love lost downbeat half tone.
The first tart who cut me short making known
Was a shrinking violet called Belinda;
The second tart who built me up for disown
Was a snooty highbrow called Melinda.
Was a grifting gypsy called Lucinda
Who kissed me off, third tart full of cancer;
Was a moodswing careerist called Linda
Who gave me the slip, fourth tart poledancer.
With each I felt lonely, self on the lam,
My limo is fine for now, far from a sham.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 lam
o $10,000 run
o $10,000 scarper

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The tunes I've been coming up with are sweet, but they arise out of the text itself. The
rhythm is held down with a religious chant of the text in the background. Perhaps it is
v u / rse code not unlike m . _ r se code?
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS

a study toward sonnet #792 by FisherKingKQJ

To think that I would give you brush off,
Though you were most polite and sincere;
At your dress code would sometimes scoff
Behind your back, or otherwise wince near.
Your tartan punk did not evince a sneer,
As my girlfiends believed you rather nice;
I felt my spirit to your wooing dints steer
From alpha male sleet, my own preppy ice.
About your arching mohawk I thought trice,
Acquired taste for weed cookies as vegan,
Cried slacker dirt your black-in-mourning vice,
Our kidnaps of lab animals thus began.
As you went bald your mohawk fit a hood,
For love I grew dreadlocks inside a snood.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 hood
o $10,000 bonnet
o $10,000 flap

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a study toward sonnet #791 by FisherKingKQJ

I have a daemon who's blandly neuter,
I have a demon who's kindly female,
Who would I be telling which is cuter?
Compounded seemly, they might derail.
My badge is chromosome repressed detail,
Various calibrations of male nipples,
My lips at daemon's bosom lightly ail
I hunger for demon's barren tipples.
They stir taboos, narcisstic big ripples,
X as corrupt Y, doubt as glands render,
Frame us incomplete sun faded cripples,
I've partitioned them gender, transgender.
Fix a date between demon and daemon?
If they're a hit, so tell me to dream on.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 daemon
o $10,000 imp
o $10,000 sprite

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS

a study toward sonnet #790 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm young, with it, fan of none but myself,
The gymn, galpals and career all come first,
I hook my partners off the rack or shelf,
Like you I like to quench an ample thirst.
In hook up handjob, we're expertly versed,
Anonymous no strings Friday night ruck,
For just one month, then anywhere dispersed,
To strangers who guess fitful feeling muck.
A pity that you were hit by a tractor truck,
I rubbernecked you near the ambulance,
You can imagine my shock, I thought yuck,
Nightclubs too dear for hooking up by chance.
Enjoy extreme makeover, get well soon,
My brand new hook up is a handier boon.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 soon
o $10,000 anon
o $10,000 briefly

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a study toward sonnet #789 by FisherKingKQJ

My fetish started with overheard chats
About bleach blondes, their dark pubic hair;
Were whitish tresses on their crowns ersatz?
If roots were dark, why colour the rest fair?
Whatsoever one man does scrunchie swear,
Another fellow does oath as cock ring;
I was too much the artist for such ware,
With digital photojournalism my thing.
My bag swung micromini strutting bling,
Upskirting her childish brazilian at best;
I felt two portly maori wardens fling
Themselves on me styled citizens arrest.
The judge looked out for any poor redhead,
I did a month in jail for hot street cred.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 redhead
o $10,000 bloodnut
o $10,000 flamepoll

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a study toward sonnet #788 by FisherKingKQJ

You call me baby then babe with a smile,
Side from baby talk, I'm gurgle happy,
Enjoy your overweaning mummy style,
I dream myself wearing a mansized nappy.
Financial distractions make you snappy,
The feintest sniffs of better life arraign,
Open callous, you're peg on nose crappy,
Belittle and disown me scatterbrain.
Your practised feelings far off appertain,
I worry my lips might lipservice drugs,
As my desires on bloated wet nurse train,
Fend me from tinted glass, black limo thugs.
You tease when you deny me your nipple,
Though I'm your unconditional cripple.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 nipple
o $10,000 areole
o $10,000 teat

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a study toward sonnet #787 by FisherKingKQJ

Young miss, go do as I say, not as I do,
Unload your pain on Buddha and Christ,
A calculated break up you needn't rue,
You can't grab back a heart in a heist.
My love was mangled badly prior to iced-
The signs were there, if only for near match,
The final bust up was a brewing zeitgeist,
The hot accusations popped batch by batch.
I slept with some player believed a catch,
Capped a raging long, wild night of boozing,
I blacked out stroking, I recall his scratch,
Later he ignored me for his schmoozing.
From me know that stilted may be so cold,
It does not have the mess of overbold.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 cold
o $10,000 frigid
o $10,000 icy

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a study toward sonnet #786 by FisherKingKQJ

I knew some day would come for appearance
To be accounted for since we're still young;
I wasn't suckered by your hohum clearance
Of glasses thick, skin pasty, lips wasp stung.
Your own looks are okay, not far from bung,
Your handsome boyfriend wise to trade you in-
But his round shoulders must roll off my tongue,
His daddy's booze gene pushes away win.
Love your lot as I prod your tight flesh and skin,
Grunt victorious, bounce off your bum low class,
There's a non-line between scowl and big grin,
Your wobbly tits swing in the looking glass.
Can't wait for you to link words black and mail,
Since you're not pretty pretty, you're my tail.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 mail
o $10,000 correspondence
o $10,000 postage

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a study toward sonnet #785 by FisherKingKQJ

You see that I see your shrewd booty calls,
You know that I know that you shie from shy,
And yet in my gut this still somehow galls,
It squeezes my appendix phantom dry.
You're slave to hormones, easy reason why,
Two play that game and I sign that they do,
I'll scratch insecure chicks while on the fly,
This leads to that, that drops to those to screw.
At strangers I might growl intrigued adieu,
Your friend of gay friend quorum or quango,
Your far too many meets my none too few,
Think it takes more than two to fandango.
Plain facile should I mention crack cocaine,
You're costly, often, rare, love for no gain.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 cocaine
o $10,000 ice
o $10,000 snow

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a study toward sonnet #784 by FisherKingKQJ

Thorough reconciliation thought friable,
Smiles both in turmoil and pressure busy,
No effort making compromise viable,
Our moody fantasies broached vis a vis.
Your dream touched upon, as erstwhile dizzy,
The foregone proposition came by relay,
Indirect, in wild eyed suppressed tizzy,
Strange guilt based perspective you do defray.
You're argumentative and plan decay,
What's on your mind now I don't find clever,
You can't win straightforward, redo replay,
Your absent mind won 't accept a never.
If you repeat yourself you're right in sync
But if you lie, in fright, you quickly blink.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 sync
o $10,000 accord
o $10,000 harmony

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a study toward sonnet #783 by FisherKingKQJ

I suspected bad things from all men folk,
And there were two species- selfish upfront,
And egocentric hidden, but he was the bloke
Who came in through babel blindspot blunt.
He said the king size bed was a lonely hunt,
He said my cowardice was a cold bedmate;
I'd sent his ring back as an immature stunt,
Through our mutual brunette to void debate.
I thought he'd barge in, beg me, then berate;
My headaches became this autistic riot,
My anxieties would roil hard aggregate-
He did not call or knock, the flat was quiet.
Headaches and aspirins in close to dark,
My silhouette plays out sixty minutes lark.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 dark
o $10,000 pitch
o $10,000 shadowy

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a study toward sonnet #782 by FisherKingKQJ

You know by now that I don't love your looks,
You shape itchy scab, else clingy cooty;
Your painless cut stands tribute for your hooks,
As bloodless fine draws your soft quasi beauty.
I'm ashamed of habit paired with duty,
As worse to worst, we'd be parry mutual,
But how I like to bounce off your smooth booty-
Would I croupier make, spurred parimutuel?
Though certain low mood lights do suit you well,
Though you convey ready wit, tact and charm,
I don't shape as fellow for whom you fell-
Though yet once more I seek your healing balm.
No pretty pretty girl, more sweet girl bland,
You've got that persuasive grip on that gland.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 bland
o $10,000 indiffeent
o $10,000 lukewarm

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a study toward sonnet #781 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm getting older but the girls don't change,
As I stir a tea spoon in foamed up latte;
It's not a stretch to call the clothes as strange,
They're varied early in season or late late.
They might be styley when so out of date,
Cannot disguise sashay, mince and wiggle
Chic, artsy, classic, retro, earthy, jailbait,
Although edgy, girlie through that giggle.
Tragic poor fit bras push up, squash, jiggle,
But I like lacy that lines her low cut tank,
Racer that rolls her bare shoulder wriggle,
There's halter open backs I'd like to thank.
I watch for that tie waist accented bust,
Insight being great chance for uplifting gust.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 bust
o $10,000 cleavage
o $10,000 top

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a study toward sonnet #780 by FisherKingKQJ

Through brush sales, I commute as bigamist,
One wife likes to kiss, the other to fellate,
Between the two extremes you rig a gist,
Sweet nothings and baby talk which elate.
Girls live to be loved, don't self flagellate-
When one wife's on the rag, in foulest mood,
Then other's organs you nonce elevate,
Your sunny nature won't be grudge or brood.
You can impress always as cool young dude,
By turns vamp their lonely, idolising eyes,
As great referree, you forestall their feud,
And separate them with bespoke white lies.
My city wife spoils me with hardearned cash,
My country wife ruins me with heirloom stash.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 feud
o $10,000 battle
o $10,000 stoush

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a study toward sonnet #779 by FisherKingKQJ

Our lives could be shaped by interpreters,
You should be more careful when you curse,
As you strike through negative integers,
Compound indifferent with far, far worse.
Your words as leaden polished as a hearse,
Escapement bounces in your shrill and terse,
When irony might lurk between your lines,
With constructive critique as obvious signs.
I wish that you would drop you fervid whines,
To acquaintance ears your curses are cusses,
I don't care what that stranger near opines,
Any buffoon an intense rift quickly susses.
Mock slanders leave us open wide for rout,
So try cuss times cuss, it zaps us back out.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 rout
o $10,000 conquest
o $10,000 subjugation

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a study toward sonnet #778 by FisherKingKQJ

Her hand was soft and dewy like the petals
Found on birds of paradise finger thumb,
Her hair was that witching mix of metals
Fine spun white gold, rolled gold and platinum.
I followed bravura with looks winsome
For as long as to make her embarrassed,
As far as she'd assess me shrewd or dumb,
Or wise up to cherchez la femme harrassed.
In my groin an electric charge amassed,
I sighed when she pulled away her knuckles,
As her surprise was on a blush canvassed,
Reassurance sought by her nervous chuckles.
I took note of her youthful effervescence,
What should I feign to deserve her essence?

(Chorus)
o $10,000 effervescence
o $10,000 bubbling
o $10,000 fizzing

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Dear Diary,
I've been looking through publishing houses for business partners who might be interested in cheap text driven as opposed to expensive graphics driven 3d interactive movies. Why do I think that I'll succeed?
1. I believe that porn should be done by pornographers.
2. I believe that films without character or plot should be done by pushers of psychedelic drugs.
3. I believe greed will decide against Hollywood.
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a study toward sonnet #774 by FisherKingKQJ

Quite true: the ends can justify the means
In grey zones of small time, your life or mine;
I found this fellow who looks great in jeans
Deceitfully, though our passion's just fine.
To better work chances, I grew a spine,
Then sneaked my application on the pile
The don was yet to rubberstamp and sign-
Why shouldn't a cleaner use chancey guile?
I found that history was more my style
Than business, though I scored well at both-
I fell in love with one tutor's broad smile-
He asked me out at last, though I was loathe.
He'd figured out the double life pretence;
While I confessed, he finished my sentence.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 pretence
o $10,000 act
o $10,000 sham

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a study toward sonnet #777 by FisherKingKQJ

Real shame that you postpone verbal scorn,
Can't betray with truth within a muddle,
Your sidelong glances are not lightly borne-
Better ice cold shake than lukewarm cuddle.
Virtual he's not round, you can't befuddle,
Averting downward looks, slow eyelid dips;
Your crocodile tears as clear as puddle,
The turns of meanest smiles frame your lips.
Across those lips a rebel mumble trips,
But platitudes far worse would plain kill me;
Beneath your rosy cheeks slide darker rips,
Your stumbling actions but forestall my plea.
It's dumb to be dumped by you underdone,
Piecemeal and mute, it's best din as to stun.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 underdone
o $10,000 green
o $10,000 immature

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a study toward sonnet #776 by FisherKingKQJ

You're far too kind to me through times of woe,
And listen far too long to my complaints;
Yet I respond as if you're my worst foe,
With sarcasm, curfews, and list constraints.
You're an angel hidden amongst some saints,
I now accept the fact that I love abuse,
With each offwhite boyfriend it new acquaints-
On you downs my superimposing ruse.
I'm still in love with him, give him his dues,
Two faced charm, low transferrable hisses,
So I've chopped off your wings as able clues,
When clipping them would assure your kisses.
A guardian angel flit down from above,
You're great as my man, though less of a dove.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 above
o $10,000 high
o $10,000 zenith

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