a study toward sonnet #928 by FisherKingKQJ
You're my best girl pal, you're a drama queen,
You bleat, rage, fume, aggrandize, stomp and weep,
Against the latest man who's acted mean,
Who's put you down, or made love on the cheap.
I've been stung by yawns and pretended sleep,
Clockwatching, his repeat of things I said;
Compare your hurry up car horn beep,
Your doublecross, your joint account dry bled,
Your libels, cusses, neck grabs for street cred,
Your locked out coldly, your framed, your two timed,
Your dumped by sod before you could've fled,
Your final stand, as when he cruelly mimed.
When chips are down one day, you'll bolster me;
Cry on my shoulder now, love, please feel free.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 free
o $10,000,000 able
o $10,000,000 empowered
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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