Pop Sonnet #630

Plugged in today, never know where I went wrong
Affective is the way to be totally admitting
That you had the diagnosis backward, three miles long
At least it matters more what clothes are still fitting

And about enough is what we have handled just for now
A positive environment to let you play
And I can hold onto words forever so somehow
We may have to organize we may

Because thoughts are fleeting as the drug
That mellows you right out
And sometimes slower than a mug
Can face our pillars fount

That sprinkles water left and right until we get to where
We are going to have to go again to that time at the fair

Pop Sonnet #631

So get excited about St. Louis, it's a thrill you won't forget
And pay for your insurance so you can have a sure bet
When taxes come back in tandem for a simple driving vet
That doesn't have to hurt because he's feeling like a pet

And when the takers are accusers there's an absurd kind of word
Just take time to make sure that the account is in the Earth
That always seems to throw back to the green light in the spurred
Canceled a refreshment just in time to drink my worth

Because what comes from nature will most likely go back to nature when
Spotted on the mantle a place for skullen ore has been
Unless you go a pawning for the valueless that Gin
Will fill up all your glasses till the drugs they all kick in

And it is about time that happened so you feel a better paradigm
And take several naps a day, if you're so inclined

Pop Sonnet #632

Lickity split performance, to cloister all that's been
Simply nearly operated on that back is here
Without a word, without a cautionary tale for the sin
Simply been arrested more than any other year

Because there is hope for everyone that realizes
That time is now at hand yes
And the sea lowers and rises
Just create a whole lot less

Of empty times that furnish logarithms invented for the med
That always come right back again without a day of fled
And recants all philosophies that simply make less bread
Because you know the reason to wear a box to bed

Desperate for peace he was the man without a name
Don't feel paralyzed yet just to make it to the game

Pop Sonnet #633

Doesn't heart slow down when hurt
The furnishing is polished
And take a turn at pulling dirt
Out of the planter when she's abolished

The way that you used to play
When feelings never end
And taken down what is today
The lives of things that send

A password is not heavy when you leave it on the line
Don't know if I read backwards enough when dancing in the sign
Because there's deafness that comes over us in time
To make it with the lizard moon people would be so very climb

Up to the top of this great height, you'll never reach me here
Unless you've been the proper night when furnishing the clear

Pop Sonnet #634

Feeling another half-life when I've shelled
The candid better of yelled
When nothing more was impelled
To distract the so railed

Up and at them that's the cure
Wintery feelings of blur
Sample the misery sure
And interpose samples of immure

That felt the lightning thick as a dog's hair
When all inviting slumped down into bare
The skeleton crew that had to deal with the dare
That brought back to surfaces that which was there

So take a time out you must
And feeling a bit of chain's rust

Pop Sonnet #635

Always time to do the job
Always been there in the day
Welcome back, sir, Dr. Robb
And spend time catching the say

That is said more times than you could ever remember
And that is playful in modes
So please take it back for all the unhindered
The rendering sonnet of roads

That make for a march time in simple
Cause you all day to break up
And then turn back for sympathy's wimple
A whimper of frying the pup

That came to feel better about life
And know wishing never had one wife

Pop Sonnet #636

Alone, that's okay, that's a rule
To be a case in the fool
And hand me downs pressure the tool
That takes back what can be spool

The feeling of fit under pressure
And sparing the time for the course
Don't really need heightened stressors
When you knew that the code was in Morse

A feeling of tirade's upon us
For foregoing sympathy is a name
That is a bite of the pie plus
A loss is always okay

When you are playing the game by someone else's cool
Be sure to check the book of the Rule

Pop Sonnet #637

Just make sure when small no one's lazy
For the evidence seems to be clear
That without driving anyone crazy
I'll be bringing a handful of beers

To the picnic that we have in our youth
When the neighborhood's good to be back
And simply pay off the Sleuth
That has been tallying all of the slack

Proof is what you need, then proof is what you get
Take time out to befit a set
Of a wandering man that needs nothing to let
A sound waver formed in the license of net

That will catch the fish and pay for the lunch
I had all kinds of ways to make Bountiful Bunch

Pop Sonnet #638

A movie that can never be mixed
Invites us back to the evening
That later comes to the fixed
Number that stops all the singing

When I here a prayer go out longer
The enemy has a tendency to subside
And sometimes about this feel stronger
Schizo Affective through and through but abide

By all the rules that everyone else does
Breaking stigmas by writing so long
Nothing else really had in-laws
That had forgotten all my sin throngs

Because the Lord doth forgive us all
When we ask him to, don't forget the call

Pop Sonnet #639

One last time out in nature
I raise a questioning hand
And the date was so good that I rate her
As fairest as fair as the land

When sand shuffles under your bare skin
And sipping on a nice cup of melting ice
And raising all possible post about death's din
To revive a humble man twice

Rumbling by in shorter lines
Doesn't mean I hurt any less
Someday I'll donate to pay of your fines
And then we can all play at Guess

A ship that once factored in well
And took a look at the book for the spell