a study toward sonnet #1,032 by FisherKingKQJ
You live rough as if you've got nought to lose,
And humanising laughlines dig crows' feet
Which don't lighten with rest, and even booze
Begins to stick stiff as medicinal treat.
First, winter cabbages and pines would heat
Their own sap evergreen and free of dying,
Then fruit arrived by airfreight crisp and sweet
From half way round the world as death defying.
You're wreckless, but society isn't buying,
Wants you immortal in a slam dunk case,
As even hot dog bun air bags are guying,
As even keyhole surgeons cue in grace.
I love you, old friend, let's clone as cronies,
We'll toast clear gold in hot mead to phonies.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 cronies
o $10,000,000 mates
o $10,000,000 pals
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