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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