Revised sonnet #1272
Sure sexy sixty far off catacombs
I blot out senate boors in bouts of booze
I flush to public lavatory flues
A lengthy flight across the counties looms
The soap dispenser gives off fruity fumes
The hand dryer drones on finger flicking ruse
You sit on seat you read a rag yet cruise
In stalls offchance a stranger stranger grooms
The toe taps under wall of stall sheet seek
Extortion threatens any moment now
You summon servile strangers sticky beak
Adrenalin a spur to smashing any vow
A lace undone a dixie ampersand
In gerrymandering I had a hand
Chorus ampersand ampersand ampersand