Pop Sonnet #410

Slowing down, a good old boy
Ready to take the name
Of an honest job of my employ
Return you to the game

Better be sure, is what they said
When jobs are made of dice
And if you chew on a bullet lead
There is no advice

Take the time to span the page of all the old delinquent alarm
Suffer ye gentlemen
I bought it on the farm
What makes you think, you could win

Dizzy as she gets mad again for all girly
I don't know if I slept in, or if I got up early

Pop Sonnet #411

Don't be ridiculous, have a fine time with that
Chewing up more than swallowed
Smaller than a gat
And it always turns to smaller

After use the giant flames of firey
No one seems to plug it in
When it is rather wirey
And if you cannot find a farthing to lend

I'd rather pay you for your gold
Emptiness will now berate
To hammer in the fold
And you can close up your gate

Any time at all to feel the compass and the map
When journeying to funland keep your insurance in the gap

Pop Sonnet #412

Feeling a bit let down from what it looks like morning
Now I think I've fallen on
My fifth and final warning
And your voyage is quite bon

Mon Frere I think you'll drive it
To hang a round of GPS
If what is here alive yet
And screaming at the freak it's 'yes'

To hold on to therapeutic culture wheels
And making such a tiny noise
In case the ghostly squeals
And fraternizes in the toys

The toys are saved until we are old again
Never make me realize that I should have been bold again

Pop Sonnet #413

Not as good as it looks, from bad to worse
A simple angered flop
When the Jazz Age conquers all the curse
Of cinema's great mop

The time for flappers has returned
To the market of the fashion
And from all the rich I've learned
What does not come crashing

Because the point in mindless philosophy
Is that chanting carries forth
As blinding heresies
And if it isn't south it's north

Directions be my guide
Once in awhile I find it fine to simply go inside

Pop Sonnet #414

Slowing down forever why
I think you'll fit the furnace
To simplify an author's try
At breaking someone's uses

Of drugs and meds and flying chunks
Of dirigible's and yachts
The Queen Mary is never flunked
And resting in my cots

Brings about a simple time of ghosts that control my car
And now really do you think this could go on
Quite enough for far away how far
And now it's simply all been gone

I don't think that there's hate
Waiting in the time to eat off of this fancy plate

Pop Sonnet #415

When sampling the vino blood for all the time gone by
I simply find the Serpentine Autumn
In the caged of my eye
And now I think I've really got em

For now I can get this
Simple page of haunted times
And never again kiss
The bottom of the cartwheel signs

When torn to shreds by women
I guess it's okay to sleep in
And choking on the stem in
Find wrestling for grim in

Because when used to find a rating plan it is a habit
And I think that I'll hang up on the death to the dead rabbit

Pop Sonnet #416

Better be sure that this is what is always freaking here
Not quite sure if I can float contagious yesteryear
And take a note of faded dreams that clearly are more clear
And masquerade as much as possible when leaving tears

Because the sound of many girls are yearning for the skirts
That they buy when offering guys
A place that can be curt
And nicely done when found unwise

The intensification of fear of God
Will only bring more wisdom too
The known about been flawed
And if that is the spot for you

Then grab ahold of life
And cut your bloody rarest steak with a good steak knife

Pop Sonnet #417

What's the use of reading on when you're bored out of your mind
And if there is a point of printing cards
For all the kinds
Of spreading offerings in the yards

Of tapestries that encourage
The slow renewal of the growth
Of that which temperance forage
And make sure to bring back a giant loaf

Of all your favorite breads and fruits
Meats and vegetables do grow
And shake hands in a suit
Because I have a feeling I go

To bed all by my lonesome
But been around the block again to get back on the phone some

Pop Sonnet #418

To speak for all the disabled is part of my new plan
Don't know which words to choose
And kind of scared of land
When no longer able to chug down booze

That was a real good time for me in life
When I could just pick butts off of the ground
And spark it all for the knife
That will come down on me if I do not pound

And save the day for later when
There's always time to breath deep
And trust a man named mr. Len
who encourages the heap

Of rabble rebel royal words that change so repair
Images of dancing girls, that squeeze their teddy bear

Pop Sonnet #419

I doubt I have enough time to
Recall my favorite dream
Of Uncle Tom' Cabin without shoes
Unless I'm honoring

The frightmare of the overwhelmed
That spawn a lot in Seth's
Over flowing abundance helmed
And licking up your breath

It's going to be my day of youth
Hope I come again
And sing a song of hopeful Ruth
Who sacrificed her shin

Claire's Knee it is a fantastic film by auteur Eric Rohmer
Finito gently guide the stylish land of bare bones loner