a study toward sonnet #1,402 by FisherKingKQJ
(lll)
You can address me Squally, dub me friend,
I'm actually a mosaic mongoloid;
The chance of dating dear you is nearly void-
But self-improvement gurus can upend.
Their mantras move, with vibrations do mend,
They reckon you low status, part employed,
You're kind of kindy teacher, I defend,
To Labour party unions we're alloyed.
My old career mum left me loot in trust,
There's cash for change, I can retool my head,
A surgeon shall snap my legs, height adjust,
Gene therapy shall elocution thread.
My love, the haughty way you wiggle past
Sets fire to thoughts of you, my first at last.
o $10,000,000 past
o $10,000,000 by
o $10,000,000 farther
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