a study toward sonnet #1,442 by FisherKingKQJ
I gave away a girl who was more rich
And pretty than old you, for lovely you,
I don't regret the status switch,
And people puzzling over my lowered view.
As there can be no growth devoid of glitch,
As character with quite nice looks pulls through,
As building is where I broach the itch,
As therapy is thought out well to do.
You cry, I shed a single tear in suit,
You play me this melancholy man;
You rage, I panic inside my brain pan,
You play me this spastic spent en route.
I couldn't sponge off dear you, nor be cruel,
I suffer stoic your philosophic school.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 cruel
o $10,000,000 brutal
o $10,000,000 harsh
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