Pop Sonnet #470

Speak when spoken to, a time release capsule fine
And hold back the tears for a brother
That is the place to draw the line
Unless he came from another mother

Don't waste time playing for cards will
Be allowed to do the only retread
And when my beating heart is so still
That is the discussion of bread

Because now it takes more to sturdy the gaze
Unless we're up for the vanishing maze
And it is okay if you really got hazed
And that is why it worked out when you were slightly grazed

But it seems that if you live and die by the word
There's no one agreeing with what you have heard

Pop Sonnet #471

Impetus awakens a quieter night
Unless all the noise is allowed in your sight
And for now we'll nervously hold on for tight
It may not allow us ever again to write

But what we push forward to is to be understood
Unless it works better if naught
Memories of one day to bury the good
It takes one to know one is fraught

With the gold-digger's well making new figure forms
For all of the ones that will die in the flushed
And case of simple behavior is dorms
There is a way that the hang up is crushed

By a bothersome feeling that's tired of men
And when all of us haven't and don't have to been

Pop Sonnet #472

The creature is certainly for the hope
That Megan will always find all the best
For the chanting is going to blush for the grope
And that is the way we handle the rest

Because life's full of chances
The chances are taken
Relax in the glances
And bring home the bacon

Unless there's a way to keep hopeful in presence
The one put aside for that which is dark
And I'm glad that you found me searching for resonance
To put shame to the old baby wheels in the mark

Because after all the way we go down to the rich
Is to actually own up to the total even sitch

Pop Sonnet #473

Probably boring, but that's okay too
Probably mixing up bowl's of elk stew
One for the Big Parade level feels new
King Vidor is the director it's true

So make up with everyone for the new shake
And it is okay to derive not a fake
And leaving evidence of your own wake
Is never, oh never, a really bad mistake

And if something should go wrong we'll know what to do
But I doubt it ever will, doesn't that comfort you
Unless thoughts reward thoughts by the bumper's for new
The curse of a dozen robots like true

Because on your list of things that are offered
What you would have to do for the finished old proffered

Pop Sonnet #474

Mum's the word on the old secret weapon unless
There's an okay time to visit with the old mess
And I'm talking about the way often invest
There is no time to boast unless you know the best

But it's okay to brag for about thirsty seconds
Just don't wind up back in the wreckage
Admit that you've been there for feelings of Breckenridge
And don't you know that it takes machines to build bridges

Nothing changes over night not even Grand Canyon
That Mr. Kasdan has made, for I thought it's a good man
That makes history time for a long in a Manon
Of Spring lookers empty for all of this landed

Happy landings I grant you a hell of a time
And if that's not important I wonder what's mine

Pop Sonnet #475

Being as gentle and quiet is often
The way to avoid the inevitable offin'
Because it's okay to dream about a man's coffin
But I should've been otherwise totally doffin'

Hats off and back on unless there's no more lightning
Casting reams of the back fire doubting it frightening
Admit who you are just to be more inviting
Pay for the meals with words and full of lighting

Once in awhile, your dream turns to dust
Once in awhile you feel like you'll bust
And if you can't handle the way that it hurts the cussed
Buy back all your dreams that were made to combust

And don't stay alone in a place that you've been
There is a way to logically grin

Pop Sonnet #476

Never mind if it hurts because it is supposed to
Love is a leader of things that have hosts too
Simply narrate the placated in wanting through
Dapple performances meet where they want to

And if you've been surrounded by the old droop
Job's daughters are dropping in for the Coup
And if you can find a way back for the soup
Then we'd love to have you for history's shoop

And remind us that absurdly words have no meaning
That is not all that I'd rather be gleaning
Because there are so many number steaming
It might not work exactly like I Dream of Jeannie

But it might work that way too
I give up, I give up on you

Pop Sonnet #477

Unless I've hung in there through all tribulation new
And that is about the tower of babel too
Because there's a message of confusion for true
That I keep on telling you what you should do

There's no way to do this without a computer
And I used to love my old nerdy scooter
And now I collaborate when there's a router
And no one even knows if there's an old dude here

Because that's okay when Big things get Bigger
And impetus kind of sinks back in the river
When the world's ruled by women then I'll deliver
The message is clear yes ever so clear here

Boy don't argue with baptisms
Because they'll look through you with prisms

Pop Sonnet #478

One more dream from now, I'll be knocking or heading
Back to the old snaketeers that are dreading
The way to the pygmy is empty threading
Because that's not the way to make it by betting

Unless there's a powerful skull in the mix
That pays attention to all of my tricks
And someday stops bluffing for all of the kicks
That are slowing time down, to get off on the slicks

Because time is a wasting for all that we know
Time won't allow me to ever be slow
Now there's a motion that we'll never be below
Unless that is the only way to grow

So don't wander in and out of a place you can't be
Unless it is okay, it is okay with me

Pop Sonnet #479

Does everyone really deserve to die, no man does
All should be well with how hatfuls of cuzz
Employ us in meetings and watches for buzz
And this will break no one up, no one here was

Unless you find that only certain allow it
Then it is a way to feel the row it
Certainly time makes up for the old brow bit
Dance for reunion of chomping at the bit

And the illusion is always so plastered
Nothing oh nothing will have to be mastered
Except for the changing of guards in the caster
And that is why words are made up for the last herd

Be not afraid, and take care of all species
Love never dreams of organized reaches