a study toward sonnet #1,170 by FisherKingKQJ
As you toast triumph over sad yours truly,
Who's more committed, and who loves the more,
The glint in your eye gabbing your deep core,
Our feud furious, hard to read, unruly.
You parade me in a cage, shamed duly,
Your pyrrhic win gaffes now highlight my gore,
Your last live mate finds me a swell eye sore,
Herself beads promoted best mate newly.
Proffering said truce I myself talk weak,
Love you less, where you don't love me at all,
Deserted by friends hurt, my forecast bleak,
Acquaintances spared our spat closely call.
As first we were cocooned, exclusive fuss,
Seems ironic how we're back to two of us.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 fuss
o $10,000,000 ado
o $10,000,000 business
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