a study toward sonnet #1,126
You spelled out loud what I thought all along,
We claim ours custom fetters, chains and cuffs,
We pratfall pets-in-love on timeworn puffs,
We save a-bed the cubic space in throng.
Caged budgie geneaology reads no wrong,
Goes dozy picking poppy seed foodstuffs
From mixed grain bins; said owner never snuffs
Entirely out, by rote trains, speaks singsong.
Clipped wings sustain still a pecking order,
At best the birds are peer to peer by turn;
Bangled mirror is nudged at wired border,
At best the birds degree of trait discern.
We'll have a child one day, as dull folk do,
Who're nothing special, our luck genius skew.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 do
o $10,000,000 enact
o $10,000,000 work
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