a study toward sonnet #1,183 by FisherKingKQJ
I praise your face as pretty, they decry
This flattery, I'm cuckoo cued at best,
Machiavellian, play you blackbilled magpie
Or pied crow, costume gems lay in your nest.
In so doing, they junk you, as well, with jest,
Themselves as pawns in a power game deny,
When we, confessed, believe us by the by,
Some peace from one sick, sick world try to wrest.
My love for you with science is interlaced,
I've inked your name, red tattoo'd my right arm,
A fact by which they say we're both defaced,
Say scorch it out again by laser with no harm.
But should we pass through our roughest patch,
I'll cut in neutral pigment for cute match.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 patch
o $10,000,000 area
o $10,000,000 zone
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