a study toward sonnet #808 by FisherKingKQJ
We had a great time snorting up the coke,
The fruits of our work as exclusive thieves;
But in the property crash we went broke,
As laundered cash no trace of itself leaves.
Bittersweet my sentimental heart grieves:
My wife who's his wife's identical twin
Got one of them throat cancers that bereaves,
Public health shortlists could not let us in.
We burgled reckless, felt no feckless sin,
Far off dinner parties clamoured violins,
We'd safecrack those gemcases under din,
Gentlemen not vandals, shy of violence.
Old private detectives would envy us,
I saved my darling's life with scrappy fuss.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 us
o $10,000 ours
o $10,000 selfsame
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[Private prisons: "I did not do it."
Public prisons: "I didn't do it.']