a study toward sonnet #1,295 by FisherKingKQJ
21.9.07 (xx)
To help out you put yourself in my shoes,
Indeed, your wheedling ex was much, much worse-
Worn down you heaved, postrate hailed a hearse,
And problem primed, you and I might yet fuse.
You slagged my boy off citing slanted news,
His faults itemised, you were fobbing terse,
His booming burps, lipcurled expletive curse,
Dismissive, jabbered generalised views.
Now how I think, you don't help, you hinder,
If my ex bloats, we'll be mates in bother,
Ex and ex torched touchpaper and tinder,
Are you jealous? might you smokescreen smother?
Lost friend, I cannot fathom anymore,
That love near dead, I was wrong, I adore.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 anymore
o $10,000,000 farther
o $10,000,000 perpetuating
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