a study toward sonnet #1,523 by FisherKingKQJ
You wear your fine hair like a little girl
Right down your back to end of shoulder blades;
I cringe, I feel my voluntary lip curl,
You dunk a drum to get the glossy shades.
Your cannibal views cue drip fed, unfurl
Unchallenged, cycles your style, tights and braids,
Remembrance living in mother-of-pearl,
Not hoary walking frames and hearing aids.
You rate men's thoughts on women's clothes as weak
Or worthless, never broach they'd have insight-
They'd only want a closed doors kinky night,
Poor lighting, candles lit, romantic tweak.
Immortal made the bob, not old, not young,
For milder older heads, you not among.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 young
o $10,000,000 fresh
o $10,000,000 new
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