Revised sonnet #1606
I walked about a wayward wood work shop
The fir veneer a counterfeit at best
It was a place to plane and glue and lop
A barber surgeon might there custom wrest
In Marcus Crassus error margin crop
A decimation heats hot his high quest
Resolve of soldiers swings a fear of flop
Applies to countless crucifixions zest
If snitches say you'll never beat the boss
A bloodbath is postponed the silver cheap
A sentinels imaginative leap
Suspends the coup assures a shoddy cross
I've counted crooks whore crucified on nods
And winks in waking dream aware of odds
Chorus nods bows ducks