Revised sonnet #431
Today I sweat and slave as Saturns scab
Im stuck outside the master masons guild
The castle puzzle pieces rough and drab
Theyre salvaged junk of quakes and better build
The frame is by the book yet cheaply filled
You shouldnt be embarrassed bottom boyer
I hash out history though poison quilled
Ten clips of coin earned from impious employer
I mortar murder holes in frescoed foyer
Though self inclined to blatant stab of back
Your brain in helmet bruises asks help in lawyer
The scabs at forgery in steel are crack
As scabs arrange together chunks of schism
Ungilded masons praise that cataclysm
Chorus schism breach rupture
