a study toward sonnet #1,153 by FisherKingKQJ
Round people you're the perfect diplomat
And couch critiques in cheeriest, mildest mould,
To steps against blunt stumbling blocks embold,
I've seen you huddled, hunched in hip low chat.
I think that you yourself will shun any spat,
Your tacit code sets tolerance extolled;
You peer at yourself being sly exit polled,
Where I'd just say, too bad and that is that.
I'd sneak a look in your bedside drawer
Where surely lives your codebook, look up not bad,
Which seems to mean will do for now for sure,
Where have it your way could gloss I'm half mad.
You tell me what I want to hear, not truth,
Your talk is soothing set to smooth a sooth.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 truth
o $10,000,000 essence
o $10,000,000 spirit
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