Revised sonnet #437
The soul and spirit stir to civil fight
I feel I crack in claim I could turn crook
One loves a rigour which arrests as right
One loves a glamour which arrests as look
Youre pretty cheeky when you cock a snook
You dominate a chat its good as gag
You mum emotions method borne of book
You get your way employing odd nudge and nag
Your cake concealer softens when you sag
The light is matted mild as less is more
Its fakeyfake Id hate you hohum hag
Off day tricks dull a rash or ruddy pore
I fear Im kind of sadomasochist
I dwell on little gripe and never gist
Chorus
sadomasochist
sadomasochiste
sadomasoquista
