a study toward sonnet #1,346 by FisherKingKQJ
O honey, I saw the weak spot, aimed hurt,
Took opportunity where little lay,
And blasted you with bursts you'd yourself blurt,
Recycled, dour self doubts that duly prey.
Till now, I'd yawn a while, then comment curt,
Play our game as got, not give things away,
My ruse would rouse you close to first date flirt,
You'd pose to fork, I wouldn't let you pay.
These last few months of casual, deathly count-
Manslaughter, suicide, overdose, have drained;
It was a hospice patient who explained
That shedding pettiness was paramount.
Your magnified small faults are bountiful,
Have mercy, zoom out, back to beautiful.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 bountiful
o $10,000,000 ample
o $10,000,000 plenteous
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