a study toward sonnet #1,047 by FisherKingKQJ
I'd meet one boy, whose poor reputation
My parents found out late, could not approve,
They sent my aunt and her deputation
To warn him before he got in the groove.
In my room closet, I hugged my toy trove,
Bare floorboards well transmit the awful dream,
My mum did not budge, my dad did not move,
At my real father rang his yell, her scream.
I bawled hard into tissues by boxed ream,
Something about a rape I heard her mutter,
When nothing worse than an affair could seem,
Then I went from purger onto cutter.
I'm still here as of botched pill overdose,
Before the daddy's girl, now not too close.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 overdose
o $10,000,000 overload
o $10,000,000 overweight
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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS