a study toward sonnet #1,263 by FisherKingKQJ
O darling, I've just done the dumb mistake
Of fielding true opinions from two friends-
My nostrils twinge a lot, my temples ache
Their fight my faith in lovely you upends.
One can't abide warm nicety cloying small fake
And your loose small talk mentally emends;
One chimes your choice chitchat for christian sake,
Thus, each to each to me no more pretends.
My lips are dry, my throat tartly trembles,
You pose as plain question your pure request,
When I do favour foremost at bequest,
Answer before the problem it resembles.
We'd quit, on the double doubts that smother,
Only you're a sweetheart, brief the bother.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 smother
o $10,000,000 asphyxiate
o $10,000,000 flatten
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