Revised sonnet #1456
Dont know just how to help a heavy heart
A selfish soul Im prone to overstate
To pass off partners past if good as great
The words of wisdom wend to ambient art
A balanced book is certainly the start
Of flaw investigation munt of mate
And slightest slight is casual cause to hate
The civil soul unmounts a poison dart
Its sweet to struggle under puny pay
You crib that artificial pyramid
You keep a snake or cancer under lid
You make a massive margin murky grey
Youll feel a little lucky better off
Assign yourself the scene to sob or scoff
Chorus off aside elsewhere