Revised sonnet #408
Ive lived two centuries that decent length
Yet city Flouridus is dying at core
The Satanists are slowly gaining strength
Old buildings crack on grind of germ and spore
Young multi storey buildings flutes in bore
Adjust the weather sing of breeze off sea
As flushing loos to sewers via siphons chime to pour
And push out filth the noble notes agree
I see a quake a flood of poo and pee
The salvaged sewer employed to peddle kids
The battered buildings squatter factory
Inserted rationale as Satan bids
A fork tongued doctor forest parked on fringe
Those patients desperate appear to cringe
Chorus fringe border margin
