a study toward sonnet #1,472 by FisherKingKQJ
I've gone from rough edged rock to polished gem,
All thanks to you and your decreasing hug,
Now people see who I am, simply shrug
A hallmarked stone, I seem tracked home by them.
But there are tougher times when I field your phlegm
And spit off your white teeth, in pink gums snug;
When your insults are like a subtle drug,
My hide grows thicker, your barbs yanked won't stem.
I wander through this wicked world a bluff,
Exterior hard wrapped round interior soft,
To medicate God's mendicants enough,
To celebrate our lives, hold them aloft.
Some will carry talismans and curses,
Shielded through your shortness, my pain nurses.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 curses
o $10,000,000 maledictions
o $10,000,000 jinxes
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