3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #1,554 by FisherKingKQJ

(Characters are fictional, any resemblance coincidental.)
Restricted diary entry to eighteen years and over.)

(Mehetelo City. The Nudibranch Nudie Bar
private function room. Monsieur le Duc
Stonefish sits on a lounger, a beach towel
round his waist, wears a mud pack facial, a
female manicurist in a one piece leopard
print swimsuit sharpens his nails into
points with an emery board. He puffs
a Dacen stogie and nibbles at Loesoep
smoked puffer fish poison dart hors d'oeuvre,
alternately. He croons.)

Bad world busted, gone to guy fawkes blazes,
I shan't wait round till the outrageous end,
To worlds tucked parallel blue prints expend,
Rocket landed there, just one man lazes.
Epidemics, wars and cuffs are crazes,
And overpopulation ought but trend,
I loathe Man, whom parasites defend,
Whom black sheep tar in thicket mazes.
With carbon credit trades I'll fix to loot
Across borders that dissolve in barter,
Legal tender burn, red tape nonstarter,
Fill tank and harem, cash out quick, I'll scoot.
I'll toil fourth, fifth, yes, sixth heaped up helping,
Leave Mother Earth's scrap to scabby yelping.

(Chorus)

o helping
o cut
o portion

Stonefish - This Monsieur le Duc Stonefish won
his titles at the blackjack and crapshoot tables?
Manicurist - A poor but compulsive minor
French nobleman, told by Stonefish the dice
were loaded, the cards marked, lost his ruffled
white silk shirt to him nonetheless. Ancient history.
Stonefish - It's not a crime to be ugly and make the
most of your looks.
Manicurist - I reckon.
Stonefish - Self knowledge is power.
Manicurist - If you say so, Monsieur le Duc
Stonefish.

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