a study toward sonnet #821 by FisherKingKQJ
You like to argue for great quarrel's sake,
Your overreaction shades to histrionic,
Established facts you like to rake and rake,
Thorough in dispatching kiss free tonic.
Since I know you, I'll call it demonic,
That way you glorify me with whinge,
Club my shortcomings in slurs subsonic,
If I dwelled on unknowns I'd then unhinge.
You hide score settling in confession binge,
You're fascinating as a garbled scream,
At last I'm in your shoes, I feel a twinge,
Of understanding that we're single team.
As not once do you bellow that I'm short,
I'm hobbling stilleto heels plain your sort.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 short
o $10,000 curtailed
o $10,000 diminshed
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