Pop Sonnet #1680

Reasoning for the multiple ending
Got to relax the channel approach
And if the latest type begins the sending
Then you will have to ride coach

Or take a bottle of sharpening stones
That nominate the party at large
And bend back the ultimate phones
Just run away for the charge

And if benefits reckon their time
Full of a hoist that will break
And if you situate the dime
Then all the ground will shake

For a few days I was hung over bad
Now I'm just back to what I once had

Pop Sonnet #1681

Division is wasting the fullness of gain
Maybe I'll try research for
A million to one in the established chain
Of whatever love comes to lore

Of the planet that dined on alien meat
Better find out if it is real
Or watch the reward of an encumbered feat
Just to go back to the wheel

And forage along in the shady abode
To reason with an eternal fashion
And afterwards they had kind of glowed
And is there a little more ashen

Tunnel that used to be bright
Until they lost the light

Pop Sonnet #1682

After renewing you feel a relief
For a kill ending the last type
Of sky that was into the belief
That never made time for the ripe

Old breaking point that lured you back
Asking where gentle inviting has gone
To the last of the shameful attack
That less than anyone has on

The party was still with the care
And now the militant ran
Back to the hiding chair
That cut into the fan

Where shades are assortment of blinding
Can you tell I am unwinding

Pop Sonnet #1683

Only a day causes want
For what you used to search for
To get back out in front
And open the golden door

If there was a wish for a wake
That slammed into the watch
And asked what they make
To run back into the botch

That code of defeat understood
To take a preposterous claim
I will be for the good
In time they have a last name

And spiders crawl all around
Sleeping through all the sound

Pop Sonnet #1684

I would have cared about the end
If you could try to walk
And run into the penned
And ask why they talk

So much at feasts that run
Along the way back in
And to take away your gun
Until the revolutions begin

To try out the surface of what is here
Combine the inner way
With the magical type of fear
Will blush the fortunate day

The underground is just waiting
Got to guess that I'm sedating

Pop Sonnet #1685

Binge watching all the old shows
When it has come to pass
For the last of the blows
Were a pain in the ass

For all the haunting of days
Can you launch any tasks
For the lost type of ways
That went into the masks

That were worn on the day of the dead
To get on a festive idea now
And all of the books have been read
Before they all take a bow

And one more is done does that count
All getting down into the fount

Pop Sonnet #1686

In a few hundred more days
Where will I be
To take all the ways
And chop up the tree

That floats like a ghost
Down memory lane
So for the coast
Is sounding insane

Unless I dropped off the mass
Of the weight that attaches
For the way at the lass
Can sell you back her matches

To legalize mates in the past
And to run about looking at the last

Pop Sonnet #1687

So I'm not saying that even the most
Would mean much to change
The way back to the boast
Comes roaring into the range

That could be checked in the stars
To bring about a full on
For the way to get cars
Asks you to get up at dawn

Before the whole thing gets away
And makes for a plan to go
Or maybe should you just stay
Line twelve and I don't even know

Unless you like to count words too
That is about enough from you

Pop Sonnet #1688

Stocking up matters of plain
Got to get in before going out
And hand me the old train
That was winding in doubt

The isle that housed all the art
Was a trip around the world and back
And asked to make the other start
Along with the flame in the black

That started to furnish the cave
The chair I really could use
When lost in to the old wave
Everywhere have to take a cruise

To wake up the shelves of the toys
Would ask for the other employs

Pop Sonnet #1689

So saving I think of when dead
That warning sign is now gone
But here there is some more bread
And ask away whatever on

The luster of the moon
Is worth talking about
And if it disappears soon
It will be another fresh trout

Caught in the midst of a river
But they can be in lakes too
And if you made the girl shiver
Works it up just to be around you

And take out the way of the path
Haven't you done all the math