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sonnet #1,604 and occasional verse

(The following sonnet and verse are divinely
inspired, restricted to persons eighteen years old
and over, and any resemblance to persons
living or dead would be purely coincidental as the
content is fit to the rhyme.)

Philosophy and logic served me well,
And precedent implied that love was cheap,
If rent and food when pooled were priced less steep;
For her for seconds I mulled subprime hell.
But she includes her own bioclock hard sell,
It stays unspoken; I've questioned that a peep;
Am I supposed to pitch intuitive leap?
Is it inspired hand jobs for belly swell?
It hurts that I'm now overwhelmed by her
Craving one true love, which could seem greedy,
As I'd picked her likely least when needy;
Yet she and allied archetypes concur.
The worst of which is this new diet;
Do I shove food off on a kid, but quiet?

(Chorus)

o diet
o menu
o regimen

[Occasional verse]

Doctor drew his wrists together,
Cuffed a newborn kid with tether,
The dubious touch of eyes undoing,
The shame of gouging worth eschewing.
Since, he's queried cute poledancers,
Nurse and copper costumes, answers?