a study toward sonnet #1,521 by FisherKingKQJ
Since, you'd told of your old childhood stutter
The more you dwelt on it, worse it became;
You were young, a narcissistic nutter,
And thinking far too much was thought to blame.
Triumph over mortality looks utter,
Replacement hips are no real pause for shame;
Far too much sport has caught up, you mutter,
Laugh virtual worlds are walk ins when you're lame.
Hip there plastic, here tooth crown, lasers dental,
In-house new bones and blood each score of years,
That endless flourish of horny nails and hairs,
Skin flakes snaky old as they're incremental.
Centuries on, you'll get your new stammer,
Spoon feed you I'll, else I'll gobstop yammer.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 stammer
o $10,000,000 hesitate
o $10,000,000 loiter
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