a study toward sonnet #1,443 by FisherKingKQJ
You noticed me as someone who I'm not,
Pure flattery when first I thought of it,
I'm hailed more heroic than my honest lot,
You size me up and force a magic fit.
What fun, I'm framed the artist who's well shot
Of social double standards, full of wit;
When jobs are scarce, the scant typed pages rot,
As well, inside a scrimboard walled bedsit.
You're planning on replacing silly mum
Whose brogue is Eastern European old crook
Misheard as Celtic quaint and by the book,
The false identity aggrieves me glum.
I hate mother, it's so slipstream breezy
Replacing her, you've struck easypeasy.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 breezy
o $10,000,000 airy
o $10,000,000 windy
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