Revised sonnet #1256
You seek a sentiment thats retrograde
And he appears the one to rig it real
To him you hint youre less than his ideal
Then he insists the opposite to aid
Much more manipulation bound to jade
A puppet pressured might escape and squeal
You change your mind in shapeshift snake to eel
If flustered following how has he obeyed?
You wish you had a mental handicap
Youve seen such souls invent a mystery
About themselves their luck to land in gap
Theyre mired in measurable misery
Its best to stick to pleasures physical
The plumbing deep of gazes quizzical
Chorus physical corporeal material