a study toward sonnet#1,457 by FisherKingKQJ
I don't know what's come over me, this crush
Is no starter dough, more idle fritter,
As I hummed you maybe pom big hitter-
You're Croatian grammar old boy, help me hush.
You're in computers, boot a heady rush
For me, lore of loot receives my titter,
I see your physique lean bleat tad bitter,
Graph paper pencil strokes eyed peep no flush.
I'll sit on concrete steps and puff a smoke,
Outsides I look in, you're nonsmoker small,
I won't drink, but you'll shout booze one and all,
Are you net billionaire, or bombast joke?
No, it's a passing crush which I despise,
Help can't, when I gaze into your green eyes.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 despise
o $10,000,000 abhor
o $10,000,000 loathe
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