a study toward sonnet #1,199 by FisherKingKQJ
Dear Louise, it crimps my heart to see him crack
Your heart in two, in your eyes plays the plight,
They slowly glaze with glaucous narrowed blight,
Myself I'm fraught with proxy heart attack.
I read your mind, you might trump with your jack,
You're worried he might slip back on a sleight,
Resume his world, take workaholic flight
You'd lounge as virtual widow, nothing lack.
I've lurked around you, in front of you lots,
You've cued me as if some gay hair cutter,
Disguise thin, whispiest whiskers, niftiest jots,
Glasses fake, clothes baggy, grittiest clutter.
Louise, please lap the gin shot that I shouted
Drop boor Paolo, for my love, though doubted.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 shouted
o $10,000,000 donated
0 $10,000,000 gifted
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