Pop Sonnet #560

Having a hard time with staying awake
How hard the wind blows today of all shake
What cooks close to the surface is enough to bake
Under a frozen hallowed nice fake

That kept up a downer living the lesson
Make no mistake when visiting guessing
Chemistry falls short of the messing
Under a scope of thirty five seconds

That I will one day complete all that's due
In course for repetition that values the clue
Underneath an important word for those new
And pain and suffering run their course true

Because underneath a groaning man's grin
Is a lesson of time tables that can be thin

Pop Sonnet #561

Still dragging ass back into the line
Dragging and dragging is this old design
Caught an important tear of this wine
Fall back on sorters for another rewind

A day for the meeting the package I wait
All day and night in case you are late
And if it ended now then that is my fate
Take your time and offer more meat on my plate

But if you only eat vegetables, fine by me, yes
Unless there's a diet that adds to your stress
And all these chemicals have made life less
Painful to deal with in course of duress

So wrap it all up in the package that's built
Holding on to all of what is put in the hilt

Pop Sonnet #562

As long as the day is quiet on the farm
And turning off my old snooze alarm
That comfortably rounded out my dead arm
That was sliced off in rapid succession for harm

It seems to continue that we all make mistakes
Running back to class that is for the old shakes
That make mental notes when everything makes
No garbage is behind us in the old time that rakes

Because there is a man who values hard work
Knows that he is never accused of the quirk
That simply leaves a failure of mirk
Simply in wooded days for the perk

That comes upon all of us that are quite patient
Offers design for the movie tone nation

Pop Sonnet #563

Sometimes when I'm worn out, it's hard to accept
That a day off is what I can precept
Into a day of designed choir concept
That never trans along for the old forceps

Bipassing a system beneath the safe bet
That remembers everything else you forget
When computers take over, they'll be a target
And make one more bucket of blood that we let

A simple days work and no wages but few
That is the concept that we live through
For all the days of the passage that grew
Simply, oh simply reminds me of you

And the old sake of case that is dire
Found out that once in awhile it is fire

Pop Sonnet #564

That makes us worry about the windy days
Make them, oh make them, all go away
Unless dreams are real then I'd say for the play
That I look around for the objects to filet

And ribbons that were cut, are like ribbons for studied
Please be more carefully when vibrated muddied
For the old man that feels like he's buddied
Under the ground grows the one thing that's putty

And find a philosopher's dream in my Leibniz head
Call us all back to Calculus dread
That goes over when we are lead
From time to time a fraction is bread

That never goes bad when you keep it in form
Just make sure that it don't get too warm

Pop Sonnet #565

Auto-pilot arrives for all the days long
Not that a day off would do for the song
Because words are all here to always belong
A longevity quota so full of the wrong

Moves never made here, it's not a grave
Bargained ever so lightly for the man's shave
That was ever so close as a save
Beneath the emptied feeling of waves

That replace gently when sonar is in
Prepares us all for the bitter wind
That blows across mountains like anything thin
And goes ahead and waits for that to rescind

Apartments are nice when they grow into nature at best
Don't you know, will it be just like the rest

Pop Sonnet #566

Easy does it there captive, of last night's big ender
That always gets crazier without a lender
Of moisture that falls when we needed a sender
That any old time will take cash for tinder

Box full of matches, in case you need some
That are available when there is Rum
Beneath the soda that is no longer bummed
From all the ones that deserve to be glum

Because they are happier than they let on
Of course it's an option to be progress song
And if you need a lap dance to get on
With your lady friend by herself she is gone

And that is the way it almost always works out
It is okay to be single no doubt

Pop Sonnet #567

So close to the end of another days reading
That really hurt me because I am still bleeding
From brain cell to brain cell that picks up defeating
From Out of the Past that scene with the meeting

Where all of the gangsters meet up to compare
All of the things at which they do stare
And out of a baggage claim do you now dare
To sparkle the water that stays in the air

And precipitates around and around
Sometimes never even making a sound
Sometimes filling the dessert's ground
That makes me want to reach out and pound

Because it pays to make good decisions
Less addled by paranoia conventions

Pop Sonnet #568

If there's a problem with love for the ticket stub
How old will you be when I'm here in grub
Down for the while that it takes to stay cautioned rub
And make no mistake about the great club

When you don't practice I'm sure it still happening
Fall on the ground, when found for the zappers
This is the way we bend rules beginning
And chase down the street the innocent flappers

That make no mistake when fishing for curt
The times that I swear I had only desert
And took down a pace of making the old dirt
That rigidly applies to what is made hurt

So no problem with a collection of make or break
Items that are so very fond of the cake

Pop Sonnet #569

That you had and ate too, that's fine by me
Autumn and Spring are different when pleas
Are heard from good manners that adjust for the tree
And purposefully shed their branches and lee

Is what they pay for when opening closed
That another day, we'll find you've been Losey
Down by the pain of what to do when your hosed
Beneath a closed form of the man for the Posey

That holds onto what matters at lunch
Makes you feel wanting to lean for the crunch
And if you know that time bunched
Back to bend backwards for Spring in the hunch

That you have to deal with everyday when fighting
Never grow tired, never grow tired of writing