a study toward sonnet #827 by FisherKingKQJ
The marriage had gone from hot to lukewarm,
You seemed distant, though at times tender,
And you worked long, long hours as if the norm,
Straight to sleep would your poor head surrender.
I thought that I caught glimpse of suspender,
As you dragged on your shoulder some rag doll,
Through the stake out I was on sharp tenter,
Betrayal well barbed, a grapple ragged soul.
Your best friend ever eager, bright and droll
I sneaked french kisses, he went sweet on me,
His heart I won to smash your two time toll,
With double whammy I planned myself free.
I jettison lead deadweights in my wake,
You heart sneak soldered upon his heart ache.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 wake
o $10,000 exhaust
o $10,000 trail
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