Revised sonnet #88
Your name Id note a little out of place
Youve been abused accused and pushed about
Your latest lover proves a violent lout
Your brown eyes dull inside a sallow face
Im Downs of unofficially a race
You must join us and snook your sorry snout
Against the Man and help us dash all doubt
In radical thought partner pocket ace
And should you count to hundred copy me
Youd crack two flints and start a forest fire
Youd burn in fume filled fluster down trod ire
And free our folk as far as what they see
The Man our puppetmasters blood is ice
Our limitations tough touch sacrifice
Chorus ice is ys
