a study toward sonnet #855 by FisherKingKQJ
Julio, read this ethereal psychic message...
By Doctor Laksi I've now been reassigned,
Rip into my thoughts your own sad presage,
This mental postcard for poor you resigned.
One smidgeon of my knob was redesigned
My clit, cock skin rolled into this pancake,
With chisel and grinder my hard face refined,
My testes, my pole, chucked away as fake.
Our clandestine relationship being at stake,
Thought I best stump up hammer and sickle,
Monosodium glutamate sized heartache,
Tuktuk take, chow vampire bats with pickle.
So, I've done overtime on the red light game,
We can be such and such in all but name.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 game
o $10,000 match
o $10,000 play
{Your lantern jaw/Stuck in my craw, thought Julio aloud.}
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]