a study toward sonnet #1,061 by FisherKingKQJ
Through plastic surgery in Singapore
We deepened our true love already deep,
With third world asking prices being less steep,
All previous strife so bested through amor.
I came to, my chest bandaged, pulsing sore,
Could not lift up my arms, you half asleep,
Your swaddled eyes yet twinkling me a peep,
The slightest trace seeping out of gout and gore.
Top heavy now I could brag of back aches,
Wear deeper cleavage cuts, not tsks and tuts;
Your eyebags cut, you could impose your stakes,
Being banker, no red squirrel holding nuts.
You can wear lenses, not designer specs,
I can drub my tits on your hunky pecs.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 specs
o $10,000,000 frames
o $10,000,000 goggles
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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