a study toward sonnet #1,276 by FisherKingKQJ
17.9.07 (xv)
I live to cruise, to scan babes on the street-
I'll pull-in, kerb-crawl, flatter in a lilt,
To other prowlers siphon slightest guilt-
I'll snare you stumbling drunk, sort of sweet.
It clanged to core that you'd be indiscreet-
Blab me, some stranger, sorry story spilt,
Your lovely arm on me lean, your cute head tilt,
You heaped thoughts in my head that I try cheat.
You're patient counsel when friends nursing need,
Through you they busy themselves back on track,
For your own pressing problems never plead,
Dares your serene facade quite baffled, crack?
Sure, it was out of character for you
To search in my blunt type a casual screw.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 screw
o $10,000,000 bang
o $10,000,000 roger
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