Revised sonnet #309
He bolstered me in roughest rides of life
Times when I was a bitch to everyone
I was a manic prone to spendthrift strife
A shopping spree Id start on end of run
He reaped a resonance to life hard done
He spilled the beans on self he said as much
His model mother bashed her bastard son
He was her world he squirmed exclusive clutch
He was her little man in double dutch
I was his workaround in looks of law
I swore off vintage clothes and dos as such
I was a doppelganger once in raw
I nodded next to better looking chick
He wouldnt wear it what a country rick
Chorus chick dame girl
