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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