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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