a study toward sonnet #1,449 by FisherKingKQJ
The suicides were sad front page headline news,
A picture gallery displaying annual rate,
I pressed a psychic palm on them, checked fate-
All better looking than me, born to lose.
In my life I'd declined the obvious clues,
The slit eyed grandma born of Balkan state,
Own lack of middle name so meant a ruse,
Diminutive birth certificate strait.
I felt that Satan stripped my large, fake smiles
Of first propitiating a future bliss,
And stuck beneath deceased childsoldier piles,
I furled in bed, would not confront all this.
I was at odds amongst the worker bees,
They'd boil my blood, yet kill by sweet degrees.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 bees
o $10,000,000 hornets
o $10,000,000 wasps
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