Revised sonnet #1536 by kqj
Soichi artist
I choose to sculpt and mould the freshest chalk
The calipers and chisels dummy pose adjust
I sand and massage off the deadly dust
I mask my mouth aware at coughing baulk
If shes lifelike learn shes still set to walk
That much my mentor says is sieved and sussed
Its mediocre agree I model mussed
Eyes weeping mine assault its glaze and caulk
Zutjou sneers statues sad sweat scat and slime
Theyre matryoshkas if muffed and buffed at last
Each layer removed on cleansing waterblast
Till last lost least in nittygritty grime
The counterfeit of cash is what I do
The front is painters stroke and sculptors hew
Chorus do execute perform