a study toward sonnet #1,065 by FisherKingKQJ
You took my cold hand as we met Ari,
Rival in arms sales in his plush yali,
You squeezed my palm at his verbal sally,
Then I knew you were the One to marry.
Times you'd bother me and I'd then parry,
Your shins kick soft, under tables rally;
With strange ya ku sa we had to dally,
Winning nil hand would greater spoils carry.
His Jap guard's arms bore cluster tattoo'd snakes,
And Ari on the daybed looked underweight,
Around three walls were photograph keepsakes
Of Ari young with chicks or heads of state.
So how could someone tough be also weak?
I pulled your hand, so calibrated meek.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 weak
o $10,000,000 ineffectual
o $10,000,000 lame
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