a study toward sonnet #990 by FisherKingKQJ
Two doctors murmured that he'd been a drunk,
The crossroad smash up not really my fault;
He served a lame one month sentence that stunk,
Though you bore scathed witness to his assault.
Rehab home videos spurred the urge to bolt,
Strange names and faces listlessly dodged recall;
Gauche prissy me I longed to freeze or halt,
My wardrobe plain begging for overhaul.
Your shoulder crooked a nook in which to bawl,
Yourself resigned to hearing your own voice
And seeing your own gestures not you at all,
Your strange self worn uneasily through choice.
Dear, I'm far too gruntled by your loyal stance,
Could we swerve second love this final chance?
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 stance
o $10,000,000 grounding
o $10,000,000 position
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