sonnet I sight a city

I sight a city full of serpents seeming pipes
Of seething quartz chameleon mix in hues
And toxic fops effeminate in stripes
As fun as poison frogs in blatant blues
I sight eight busybody bossy types
Urge piles of coloured leaves unending dues
And squash said stuff in sacks on smirks and gripes
All shrugs and ritualised booboo boohoos
We aim our potent poison pipes while eying
Our man and jaguar crouched in caapi vines
In clearing each at others roar reclines
On backs both lie and paw at parrots flying
And chew on caapi leaves and play at one
A shamans trip is twigged as good as done
Chorus one single unit