sonnet xxxxvi from 10.07.
I had a crystal clear take on wet things
Unmoved by theories that part stuff from soul
If out of sorts you squirmed the gold fish bowl
With flirty histrionics and freak mood swings
I knew a womans heart loved rocks on rings
That tampons monthly took their troubling toll
That bloody birth stood any girls prime goal
I knew our future beyond the flaunted flings
I peeped my Pip saw part of what they meant
She looked aloof then laughed a lot with boys
It was her barely envy filled I bent
A yearning ear to lusty white noise
I heeded my own voluble advice
I found new lovers cool as cocktail ice
Chorus
o advice
o counsel
o instruction
by KQJ
