a study toward sonnet #1,052 by FisherKingKQJ
Your eyes you narrow at me in loathing
When I can't see what I might've done wrong;
Your lips you pout at me tremble oathing,
When some foe has dropped you the foulest pong.
When I praise you to gangs in words or song,
Embarrassed you screw up your button nose,
Which strikes my heart as if a trident prong,
Thus you've loosed me a scapegoat for your foes.
Though you're in simmering internal throes
You haven't faced yet, and scarcely vocalised,
I wish you'd save your hormone cycled woes,
Then channel such against foes localised.
If you would just take my love as buffer,
Then, we'd both much less injury suffer.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 buffer
o $10,000,000 flock
o $10,000,000 padding
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