a study toward sonnet #1,397 by FisherKingKQJ
(llxxxviii)
I had a crush on him, and you were sick
When you stole him from right beneath my nose,
He made the first move, like heck, and God knows,
Best pal, I'm giving you the final flick.
You're pale as, and you pull aside one tick,
You're like, how dare she, drama queen, impose?
But I refuse to lie down lost and doze,
My loud repartee's poignant, full yet quick.
You're treason personified, stooge and worse,
If I'm histrionic, adrenalin savour,
Ooze hot spice, you're vanilla flavour,
A shopsoiled fullprice luxury purse.
I'll stamp and stomp and snarl my ground,
If you don't say like, sorry - self astound.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 ground
o $10,000,000 floor
o $10,000,000 plane
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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