Revised sonnet #1653
Weve hit a lump upon a learning curve
Elusive skills of compromise are key
I dread adrenalin the force to fight or flee
He might insert a sidestep sudden swerve
On my own life he posted me to perv
I didn't deem it dubious it was me
Hed squeezed and jostled me that others see
Mind mine he undermined with mugging verve
Why do I praise him probably impure?
Why do I mill around his morbid mood?
Why does he covet illness over cure?
Why does he curry favour cussing rude?
Meme me made mad Id drive up more demand
Id kick his shin hed sooner understand
Chorus able expert skilful