a study toward sonnet #1,151 by FisherKingKQJ
I loathe my sister, our boys in their box,
She's a rival who'd quash me as quisling
If I weren't the skilled up older sibling,
With her big money me she subtly mocks.
Always, she was as scheming as a fox-
Fired poor parents with comparing, quibbling
Us against each other doubly dribbling,
Then, as now, she vamped up our variant clocks.
I love my sister, we'll lounge together,
She's still up for a lark, a heartfelt laugh,
Keeping careless score, mind light as ether,
Compared to my man, better by one half.
I love and loathe my sister yet by turns,
She rallies me so, or in reach me spurns.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 turns
o $10,000,000 goes
o $10,000,000 roles
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