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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