a study toward sonnet #864 by FisherKingKQJ
I sniff me glue heaps, as a public stunt,
Out of plastic bags on Dominion Road,
I wear green para fatigues of a grunt,
With ex-con in-fighting I can't be blowed.
Once, cherubs rapped an ancient hiphop ode,
As I sliced cloud puffs near the pearly gates,
And Judas Iscariot first up timely showed-
St Peter and he charging out mates' rates?
St Peter was adjusting leap year dates,
Then Judas tried to lasso me straight in,
Was optimism one of his hidden traits?
I danced a jig reflecting on my grin.
Through my grin two pedicurists looked,
And so on slanty eyes I ended hooked.
(Chorus)
o $100,000 looked
o $100,000 gazed
o $100,000 stared
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