a study toward sonnet #1,091 by FisherKingKQJ
Although I've had another bad hair week
And hide the roots inside a kashmir cap
I broach gawks, into testosterone tap,
Hardhats adore what puts me in a pique.
Somehow wolf whistles prod at my mystique,
Though my make up is raced on with a slap
Though I hide sombre eye rings with a tap
Of white concealer, powder my rash streak.
They roar praises from zed cherrypickers
Or storied girders, so I'll pull my pants
Down to my knees, wiggle them my knickers,
My fat arse far off whooped for elegance.
I drill past building sites in my shortshorts
Or capris, loved as that chick out of sorts.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 shortshorts
o $10,000,000 hotpants
o $10,000,000 togs
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS