Revised sonnet #248
Your vicious verbiage scalds my very soul
I plan to pack up secretly and leave
You fabricate the rudest rigmarole
Ahead of heart ache sobs I feel dry heave
You swear your selfish heart upon your sleeve
You fear me when you feign a cleverness
You cast around me every petty peeve
You claim yours solo couple swung success
I feel a loon I wish I loved you less
You have a marvelous thick senseless skin
I grab at hints Im prone to second guess
The judgement passed upon my frozen grin
In cautiousness and clumsiness my deal
Your rants I block they far too foreign feel
Chorus deal protocol term
