a study toward sonnet #1,507 by FisherKingKQJ
I hit our backstreets as if Robin Hood
And ran a tinny house for homeless poor
To keep them off p, mongrels door to door
Its salesmen, social work not understood.
St Judas jacked me up as jammy good,
I'd blanch pure serving centuries in-store
Doing Purgatory, limbo's cheapest chore,
I'd weight train lots, sweat this out, as I would.
I'd help a closet poof or latent queer
Go hetero, my hand on their zipped crotch,
The other on a shotgun, scare to scotch,
To hemp couture must such impulses steer.
Our scarecrow target early warning sign,
Our lead shot volleys over head divine.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 sign
o $10,000,000 badge
o $10,000,000 emblem
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