a study toward sonnet #1,110 by FisherKingKQJ
Hey metal traders white hot for the kill,
Who stockpile, then storm markets east to west,
Who from poor Morales and Mittal wrest
The Indian givers, this girl's my cheap thrill.
For red rust, she has red lips that smiles spill,
For grey zinc, she has gray nails in prayer blessed,
For gold gold, she has gold hair finely tressed,
For blue steel, she has blue eyes that can drill.
For black iron, she has black lashes in soft curl,
For off white bauxite, she has off white teeth,
For brownish copper, she has cleavage furl,
For white brass plate, she has white palms beneath.
Reach for her skin of pure Indian rubber,
Hostess robot for rich men, I'd dub her.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 rubber
o $10,000,000 amber
o $10,000,000 sap
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