a study toward sonnet #872 by FisherKingKQJ
Hard cross on my shoulders is my passion,
Whereas you tarry goblins, imps and sprites;
Cat o' nine tails is your new world fashion,
When anything not preached by my Pope bites.
You say that you're Christ in your schizo flights,
But my flock knows you toast stale ergot bread,
I forgive your old taunts and pre-loaded fights,
I'm Christ the lamb fish - get that in your head!
You harrowed Lake Alice, you want to wed
Our favourite ash blonde crisis team nurse,
Deemed Mary Magdalene in good light shed,
Blue eyes and china skin can seem a curse.
You save yourself in your dishwashing glove,
It's me, Christ flatmate, vetting her in love.
(Chorus)
o $100,000 love
o $100,000 amour
o $100,000 dote
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