a study toward sonnet #1,046 by FisherKingKQJ
You told me twice that you were far too old
For lovely me, though I was of like mind;
Your loaded sentence was so glibly sold,
I struggled to smarm back at you in kind.
The handshake finished, my hand in a bind
Of your hand still, I didn't test release
To make a scene, you being the tortuous wind
Of diplomacy, alpha male braintease.
But spared a final pump, I drooped at ease,
Confronted by my own crude vanity;
You'd toiled at your career, no love to please,
Grown lined so soon, with such alacrity.
Kindred spirits who love chasing money,
We could buy back our youth, sell a honey.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 money
o $10,000,000 boodle
o $10,000,000 loot
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