sonnet draught #1,538
I love you forced, your flushed non-hissy fit,
Defining you bears fruit seeds more or less,
You're halved pear happy with me, you guess,
You nod, you shrug, you grin, your white teeth grit.
Default insight, you feel our life our skit,
And mite sour dough or laugh track can raise mess,
You want to whack your master, straight address,
You care great lot for looks, pretend one bit.
Beneath the many masks, inside your soul,
You fear rejection, fidget lonely, want to reach
And touch another, you're trapped role in roll,
Fall back on blame mute, hide in chirpy speech.
No different than all the rest of us,
By me you mindless pass, you mumble-cuss.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 us
o $10,000,000 ours
o $10,000,000 we
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