a study toward sonnet #1,311 by FisherKingKQJ
Lavished glass, stroked artistry of label
First got me clued, they coloured binging booze,
Next, a clumsy save of tipping table,
Then finding late reserves, as more to lose.
Glum hangovers always grey and sable,
A mysterious and maybe mottled bruise,
Which no paranoia could plum disable,
Pretend friends, patient fiends, deadlocked in ruse.
Last, jaywalks, jitters, guttergrate dry spewing-
But that's how I found my future lady,
Satan tells me, shapes as far too shady,
How life is lived in hindsight, via reviewing.
But I can waive my dire past, make good,
I'm diverted by love, odd sip withstood.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 good
o $10,000,000 fine
o $10,000,000 okay
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