a study toward sonnet #1,535 by FisherKingKQJ
We brushed long the shady stairwell landing
By plastic plants in troughs set anyhow,
Forty watt wall washer lamps disbanding
Our wrinkles swathes of softer tanned bronze glow.
My bifocals featured hinged, upstanding
Tint lids, ay, I swore he'd changed lots, then, now,
His gold tie pin mettlesome, commanding,
Elite sunglasses flush above his brow.
His black dyed beard and number nought shaved crown
And so tailored tightarse pinstripe trousers
Dealt him greenfields young, fetching upside down,
His wild debt trades months on watchdog rousers.
Two students puffing on one bookmark spliff,
Your talk of babes would get me slightly stiff.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 spliff
o $10,000,000 joint
o $10,000,000 toke
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