a study toward sonnet #1,302 by FisherKingKQJ
My karma coming back the scab red crab,
Not tipping taxi drivers judged pure grift,
In Nibbana bus-boys shoved me short shrift,
Freak bruised tailbone copped me a cool morgue slab.
Dear London, Londonderrie's ire rehab
On Christmas Island shook on seismic shift-
Was Cocaine Cola's bootleg booze airlift,
While Santa slept rough in his moonshine lab.
Santa turned cheap booze right back to water,
Red crabs like me fought yellow crazy ants,
Whose souls teethed on eco-terror rants,
And a robber-crab pinched claws, in slaughter.
I'm blind to formic acid, fete new year,
Queen ants cap a chain, box me in nuclear.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 year
o $10,000,000 annual
o $10,000,000 calendar
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