a study toward sonnet #1,323 by FisherKingKQJ
Fart stains on your sharp collar tell the tale,
You've gone incognito, you cruise young gays;
I don't crave dunny haunts, Howe St heydays,
I toast the gastro bar and glass served ale.
You swore that you'd grown up, that you'd judged stale
And passe the stranger gropes, a peephole phase,
Turd crusted balls that chrysalis first stage,
Your uncle left you loot of late, you'd bail.
There I swooned - all set for civil marriage,
You were the One for me, and for all time,
Now you saddle up to straight disparage,
Now we're naff, ogle certified as slime.
Art gallery exhibits, lounge act larks,
All thrown aside for thrilling, dirty marks.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 larks
o $10,000,000 capers
o $10,000,000 japes
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