a study toward sonnet #1,309 by FisherKingKQJ
Ain't dat so, death row's a rap on knuckles,
Dat life elsewhere plays out easy-peasy,
Dat tough scrabble scrolls down tv-cheesy,
Dat ham actor fists hide fiendish chuckles.
Purgatory's Judas talks down truckles,
Padre Pio, and Pope John Paul damn queasy;
Limbo lounge his subset, heat-pump breezy-
Special plea dere, antibiotics, buckles.
Yo backward mirror-shanks I shaft byebye-
I was sodding bad a sobbing bimbo-
She my reluctant, airtight alibi,
Wagged a finger after, fist akimbo.
Byebye air tasers, teevee news in my cell,
Framed Padre Pio, on my behalf, plugs hell.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 cell
o $10,000,000 den
o $10,000,000 space
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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