a study toward sonnet #933 by FisherKingKQJ
I was furious that you planned your leaving,
As well furious that I could be furious;
That two days apart had caused quiet grieving,
Left me perplexed, enraptured and curious.
You were so arrogant, spoke words spurious,
The simpleminded way that you talked down
To small me struck me as being uxurious,
My red scowl ably matched by your red frown!
I smirked your massive ego your ice crown,
You liked to torture, yourself tortured often,
You forced your lips on mine, my soul to drown,
I clung on with faith, your soul to soften.
I wished to slap you for presumptious cheek,
You wished to give my bum a warning tweak.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 tweak
o $10,000,000 crimp
o $10,000,000 pinch
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