a study toward sonnet #847 by FisherKingKQJ
I know that you've gotten tired of my style,
But you know that I've been flawed for ages;
You haven't criticised me for a while,
I guess the love is getting chilled by stages.
First it's one shrugged shoulder that engages,
In lukewarm manner distantly unfazed;
Then it's eyes rolled one side that enrages,
As you're a hedonist who craves funcrazed.
The nice things I do of late are none praised,
Forget flaws, I confess imperfect knowledge,
Bad timing, straightforward by bad luck mazed,
Dogeared diploma from hard knock college.
O well, who am I to deny you such license?
As I know myself just through our licence.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 license
o $10,000 permission
o $10,000 warrant
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