Tuesday, July 10, 2007
a study toward sonnet #1,254 by FisherKingKQJ
Long after he banged me I got a bruise
On my left upper arm, I do bruise easy;
One-off even, violence made him queasy,
Moved best, he liked to mentally abuse.
He sank to slagging off to self amuse,
Surely, in his mind, I made out breezy,
I would take swank lovers when dressed sleazy,
He'd badger, bully, bluff, all deeds accuse.
He peeks through windows as my peeping tom,
He asks and asks where are you going today
On my old answering machine, who from
Demands as if he means, and minds to say.
He bashed me but the once, himself hard done,
We've long split, also I've taken our son.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 done
o $10,000,000 played
o $10,000,000 worked
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
