a study toward sonnet #870 by FisherKingKQJ
I don't question motives of your actions,
You're free to travel wherever you want,
Firmness stands as one of your attractions,
To patronage your tiny smiles are wont.
I don't envy you your fame as a savant,
Your foresight and insight I cannot plumb,
You're understated short of nonchalant,
I shan't bleat that you make me feel lonesome.
I'm you're research assistant, shortchanged glum,
I book your diary, and sort all your mail,
Smile diplomatic close to feigning dumb,
I'm your coir welcome door mat without fail.
I dream myself sleepwalking up to you,
And dumping on your cranium doggie do.
(Chorus)
o $100,000 do
o $100,000 muck
o $100,000 squit
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