sonnet 10.11.13.

While youre repetitive when talking trash
Im left intrigued involved fatigued forlorn
I salivate and steam I sweat your scorn
You dont impress improved you horrid hash
You suffer from poor taste a colour clash
Enforced effeminate suits Ive near torn
The dowdy drapes and tablecloth youve worn
In truth are tasteless theyre a drab mishmash
My day turns devilish when you feel low
You flex your basic biceps me the foe
My day turns heavenly when you feel high
You crack your knobbly knuckles bully nigh
You set aside your soul inclined to cling
I wear you nagging no more cast or sling
Chorus cling adhere fasten