a study toward sonnet #874 by FisherKingKQJ
Prison chaplain taught me great deeds of piety,
Cheek tattoos of hop leaves hinted vocation;
I might soon swill back hoicks at society,
Three years lag is no sweet, wangled vacation.
Cheek tattoos of grape leaves same location,
Post laser beam burns will show my calling,
Then, I'll spit booze with no provocation,
For cash which me missus shall find galling.
She's back on the game, but with clients stalling,
While she shrivels up in flush menopause,
The cruellest disease, which leaves her bawling,
She must wear adult treasures and some gauze.
Thank you for pimping for quids me missus,
Pals thick and thin, however straights diss us.
(Chorus)
o $100,000 missus
o $100,000 lady
o $100,000 wifey
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