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sonnet #1,657

Should blowflies breeze past bad ass Beelzebub
I like to spritz them swift a scented whiff
Of daisy essence poison, not as if
I couldn't flourish without their odd flub.
The camel lumps in larders, nub and nub,
And swings a route with grit, he serves as skiff
Of desert dunes, a carbon foot print whiff,
He never poops or pees more than a tub.
I won't miss predator groomed parasites,
I could live without crowding fish and fowl,
Or tigers who are poached the while they prowl
Disease infiltrated by mindless mites.
Heavens, where I'd hail your sensual frisson,
There I'd feed on sunlight streamed by fission.

(Chorus)

o frisson
o buzz
o charge