sonnet Tease him I didnt

Tease him I didnt honestly how hard
Tit for tat wasnt me I shouldered shrug
On shrug emerging like old Atlas marred
A world of worry worn as worthwhile lug
Relationships strike sick on close regard
As puppet shows of pathogen and bug
In childish umbrage doped I caper scarred
The inner me a self destructive mug
The skinny freckly arms and frizzy hair
And boney finger joints and pallid palms
All overridden by bra busting charms
In wicked wording he sustains aware
At work upwardly mobile quite the money bore
I mightve loved that fellow ever more
Chorus bore dullard yawn