a study toward sonnet #1,279 by FisherKingKQJ
Some lovers talk up big, disarming boasts
Of their conquests well tallied, shed who'd shun,
In roaring tornados poor selves field spun,
Scab itches seem their conditional toasts.
There's gay hairdressers who chase boyhood coasts,
And wax hot tears on goddesses' hearts won
By macho, mean drunks camply overdone,
Who'd screw their girls removed once sex bot ghosts.
Think writers, those rubes in love who rarely shake,
Who speechless here and now turn hindsight wits,
Read in nought but heartburn pitched bellyache,
Cash out high thought from bestseller hits.
Querulous girl, boiled down golden quarter,
Scribbles spill as onion tears salt water.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 quarter
o $10,000,000 point-two-five
o $10,000,000 two-eighths
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