sonnet The world wants way

The world wants way more superficial charm
No squeak or creak is heard I spin oiled reels
My looks are bland yet beautiful they disarm
And loves a labyrinth at bottom one just feels
Im labeled ladies man it causes large alarm
I flick a butterface to ecstatic peals
I skew a skank off self destructive harm
I bottom browse on mothers meek alleles
They come off cookie cutter broken homes
I parse and echo partly deaf their lines
Opponent staunch to secret data mines
A dig invites all sausage dogs and gnomes
Their unsolicited gripes pushed aside
Just long enough to writhe thighs open wide
Chorus aside marginal separate