sonnet To voice your vitriol

To voice your vitriole vaunt your spirit mean
I wont Id self stuff up as saboteur
Youre fiercely focused my own met eyes blur
You signal smokily just vent your spleen
You were charmed into wanting me you green
Ill suffer her if secretly you err
If publicly you pair Ill die of her
On sharing stand I pallor mortis keen
Youre pretty pretty plain plebs reprimand
And frenemies allow you draw in dudes
Enough young dashing dudes to fire up feuds
Youre lotus like a sun struck ampersand
In nightie uniform or glitzy gown
Youve killer looks I go numb neck to crown
Chorus gown frock robe