a study toward sonnet #1,157 by FisherKingKQJ
Why can't you be more like me, tell small fibs,
To get a girlfriend through her sketchy patch-
Your terse responses tailor so they match
Like tucked in napkins or tied baby bibs?
Why can't you be less like you, fiery squibs,
Less dramatic assaults as when you catch
Your sad friend wallowing, opportunely snatch
To plonk her down, and poke her in the ribs?
It seems to me that you offer a toxic chalice,
Unleash deep frustration at your few friends,
Thrust the bold as blunt, loose lax low malice,
How you alone can speed along heart mends.
Can't you be a crutch for all your jilted-
Complements with compliments being tilted?
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 jilted
o $10,000,000 abandoned
o $10,000,000 dumped
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