a study toward sonnet #1,268 by FisherKingKQJ
I grew plain saddened knowing that he was gay,
Yet there were vibes, and vital tell-tale signs,
The ruddy peach fuzz cheeks, camp tailored lines,
Warm self-effacing quips to keep at bay.
I mulled if I could make him mere once stray,
My diplomat charm often people mines,
I never speak no or yes, noone declines,
He'd fancy girls struck with my acting fey.
Her lantern jaw and laughter set the mood,
I flashed way back to how I flunked the itch,
She could be sweet at times, or such a bitch,
And overly wet, I screwed, bugged, screwed.
I pulled her pigtails, heard her sob, her cry,
And bugged her faceless, fiercely I heaved dry.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 cry
o $10,000,000 blither
o $10,000,000 weep
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