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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