Revised sonnet #202
He was a worldly man he built his brand
I posed a pretty girl I raised esteem
I was a little woozy not as grand
In personal ambition born to dream
His smile a crescent matched his gaze a gleam
His gestures macho sometimes drew disdain
His crypto currency a savvy scheme
His ledger made a mint against the grain
I cringed at cattiness unearthly bane
I was a fighter free of female friends
I was the only blonde thats very vain
I whinged at way a fellow condescends
I love his lack of depth his outer shell
That life thats lived in practised parallel
Chorus shell case hull
