a study toward sonnet #1,113 by FisherKingKQJ
Goodbye, boy, I've thumbed some thug uptown,
Who'd have dreamed then, shy me swiftly dumping
Memories of our rough backseat bumping-
I thought you were tough; he claims that you're a clown.
He growled that in top shelf you'd go self drown,
Your pony sports car posted such a stumping,
His sleek muscle car V8 power pumping
When idled sexy growls, chequered flag flicked down.
Straight up lift custom cleaver lambo doors,
The chassis lowers with hydraulics its height,
White sheep rugs fleshing out bucketseat floors,
Back speakers bevelled flush and out of sight.
Boyracer, you won't grow up, you'd be the death,
He does slow rhumba, scores us crank and meth.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 death
o $10,000,000 end
o $10,000,000 finish
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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