Pop Sonnet #440

The woodpecker cuts through the tree with care
Now the sun is coming out
I'll worship the day of old beware
To stun when double fears and doubts

Unless we have a bit of freedom to swap each other out
And left my purpose definitively
To regain my lost clout
And to bow out respectably

When loneliness strikes at all the days
That we make worth the crimes
Of emptiness in logic felt rays
And empty out the times

Because a few words always seem different when looped
And the visual guidance is always scooped

Pop Sonnet #441

Never rat on your friends unless they want you to
Even then take great caution and care
It could come back to totally haunt you
Be allowed the forecast stare

When darkness wipes away
The times I let my yoke get spliced
And wore a lemon tray
And that was all left in diced

The Rut that we were in
Drove through the land of the lost
The company begins
And that was what we lost in gnostic

Heresy or not that is why we still go back
The days we felt against the rack

Pop Sonnet #442

Are you courteous of the times we now are clean
No one has to know how difficult you feel in spleen
Doctors really care about the ravages of steam
And if you can't establish this then make it all go ream

Because you know the greatest band is Del Castillo
A latino flavor for the ones that listen to the key note
And it may always take some time to spread it on the denote
I don't think it will offend anyone if they play us all in remote

Because you have to know who's there and know that mind's get blocked
In case you stole the offering for times that you heard rocked
And soldier's works are never done, it is time to go get flocked
And rock em sock em robots will always get rocked and socked

Just take time out to simply live the life you were meant to
And if you can't afford the loan then simply avoid you

Pop Sonnet #443

If no one follows along, I think I will feel safer
Bit on a handle by bent backwards
Just go sit and saver for a wafer
And it is funny to be a bit awkward

So bend it back as far as it can possibly go on
And care about the ways in which the leveler is fawn
And ditch the old grenades of love before they often spawn
Create a life an innocent child respect it till the dawn

Because what matters most in life is that nothing matters quite at all
And just make sure to cling to nothingness in days of calls
And fortitude will sample best when purring is the mall
What is next to do in group therapy you wall

In the fantasy and whether it happened or not is important too
Learn to live a tiny bit and over coup we flew

Pop Sonnet #444

When the numbers even out that's a real good find
And that makes it easy to
Simply so simply kind
Of important splatter through

The vegetable is nicer than anything I've tried
Unless it is more possible to love you on the side
And it is quite okay for all the things you have implied
Just make sure the Spring warms up to days when he has lied

About the way that we all flew the soup of cup is life
And that's no reason to give up, when there's a working knife
And everyone must force themselves through all kinds of strife
That does not mean that I would ever take on a brand new wife

But I know the mix of pleasure and entertainment arts
And that's the way we like it when we program all the darts

Pop Sonnet #445

The less you think about it the easier it flows
I would have to agree with anyone who says who knows
In time the lesser creatures will renew and be imposed
The temperance of tolerance a virtue for the closed

Case unless the offer is as valid as a pictures
Geometrical formulation clearly is in gears
For the chalked up villain that we ran from all the lectures
I was once a student, still am, for the rest of leers

That beam on to droppy dew in simple old groans
That that is the way to break out and leave the rest alone
Because if you can bite or scratch or kick when on the phone
You need to have as much of manners as you will in stone

The words written down so ancient words
They matter now for all the curds

Pop Sonnet #446

Never try to do any of this unless you think you can
Organize the making mark of dying maze of pan
And if someone accuses you of simply writing shams
Then that is their bad simply because they didn't feel the plan

Full of ideals and ideas that are worth a case it's true
Simply knew that hangman's due
Is already overdue
And nothing oh nothing is as new

So you finally took time to try the old non-Fashion
And mixed it all about
and saved time for fancy passion
There is a day to rage a route

When you think you can make it
Don't simply burn the incense when you often mandrake it

Pop Sonnet #447

Already in the book that's finally good for currency
Don't need to remind yourself the bad of history
And cooking all the best food is sometimes mystery
To often listen to what's hard in life is often listing

The simple order of the way in which we need the Cogno Scenti
And if you are all written out then admit that you are empty
And could you work as hard as the next offered plea
To organize in quiet death the one that goes for free

Because if you were dragging in the germs from outside
There really isn't any place to be yourself and guide
For forty million of hours spent to operate the chide
And if you grab onto to the right or left you will hang glide

All the way to operate the score in older doom
In case we hate to lose a single person it is true

Pop Sonnet #448

Create as many good things as the bad will come destroy
A beautiful apocalypse of words that try the toy
Of all the words I read at last to free from my old goy
Of rampart rampant ravages of often paranoia

That simple bites and hacks and chews apart your fresh
Flesh and tares ahold of your back that curves when you look best
And dives down into an old pain that simply covers less
That dirty's all the pictures with the dust that makes a mess

And offers you a fixer upper because that's affordable
Unless you have already seen the simple times adorable
That never rose in the family a way to keep it scorable
And that will always keep you operating on the oracle

Because what may not seem perfect to you
Seems completely perfect to me it's true

Pop Sonnet #449

Slowing down for old times sake when there's a window pain
That is always slightly battered in the times that it may rain
And don't it really hurt when covered time is still the same
To run and hide from all that's guidance counseling is stained

By objects and things that hurt the girls
And let us hurt no more
Don't you know they cling to burls
When dreams are affect for

And being giddy is as important as a steady hand
Will never really be as well as a member of a band
And acting just like time for changing time against the stand
And this is why we often say we're defenders of the land

So if you don't know where you are going and why
It feels awful nice to be polite in the try