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sonnet #1,659

Dress me down voodoo vixen, kick up a stink,
Keep small change on that old liquor loan,
Your sympathetic magic works a wink,
Or finger snap, then you your spells intone.
My crowd exclude us, lately they disown,
Yet I'm much happier than you'd ever think,
And frenemies affirm the legba link-
With laughs behind their hands, else they groan.
A zombie I might just be, who's to judge?
Stamped, my right foot by her boot was broken,
The achilles tendon snapped, as token
She signed the plaster cast with lipstick smudge.
My voodoo vixen's hickeys are like hives,
She deals me dead legs, too, my heart revives.

(Chorus)

o hives
o lumps
o welts