Revised sonnet #1657
Flies black bring buzz from bad ass Beelzebub
To me I spritz them swift a daisy whiff
And doomed they dive at me the source as if
I couldnt curl a magazine and club
The camel carries saddlebags from hub to hub
He swings a route of grit he serves as skiff
Of desert dunes his carbon doesnt miff
His poop and pee peewee hes not a grub
I wont weep great apes grooming parasites
I can cook without farms of fish that foul
I do damn lion prides poached as yet they prowl
I mightnt miss sleep screened for brief bat bites
Heavens manmade murmur manumission
Id suck sunshine sizzling streamed off fission
Chorus fission buzz charge