Pop Sonnet #1700

After awake the onion presses
Against the digestive tract
And causes there to be certain stresses
Many as a matter of fact

Running out of food so fast
After all eating for health
Makes for the way to last
And requires stealth

So if I promised arguing tales
The seconds in an hour
And if there is something to the whales
Coming in for a shower

And now I feel so very clean
Run along with mind machine

Pop Sonnet #1701

Further down and around to go
The circus slide of demented whore
That fancies taking all so
The dance will be with all four

The more that get involved will be
Necessary want to get off
The way back into the tree
That never had to cough

Along with other living beings
Sky is black at night with stars
And if there is different fleeing
Makes all the difference in bars

That turned out a fun time of drinking
Was that really all you were thinking

Pop Sonnet #1702

I am feeling queasy still
From the party that is a week gone
Into oblivion just to mill
About the entire dawn

And force feed functions into face
The curious of forgotten blood
And takes up the entire place
What would be what falls dud

Into the mix of ethereal smoke
Got to get the chance of hands
That comes along the outer spoke
Of all that can be in through sands

And obligates the porter clear
Makes you want to disappear

Pop Sonnet #1703

Lyrical is how it goes
Because there is a space
Of the typical arose
Gone into the case

That gentle held a hand
Along the noted precept
And visioned in the gland
Will have to have a free adept

At the game of understanding schemes
At least you illustrate the picture with paint
With burned out haunted visible screens
And it leaves me here to faint

From the alcohol intake too much
And it will always be my crutch

Pop Sonnet #1704

Righteous along with present bare
The way you walk on the air
And absolute fantastic glare
That sat down in the easy chair

And mixed with mounties till the back
Of what could be considered tack
The last of the parade for lack
Of the entire suit of black

That came into the pepper case
And fed that forceful effort whim
To alphabetize the colors trace
All that can grow so dim

And checked the animal report
Hunting is the hardest sport

Pop Sonnet #1705

Alert the fan cult dire need
Follow me until the bleed
Ask about our magic seed
And follow along in all deed

That kicks along the craggy wake
Along the type that are to shake
The frosty cove of the old make
That dissipates to be a break

And if the numbers steer me wrong
Better to wake up in long
Assortment of the other throng
That rose against the morning song

Thunderous steps approach the gate
Then to the case to be the weight

Pop Sonnet #1706

Sometimes words don't mean a thing
Better off when there is sting
Sensations that I used to bring
Along with someone's offering

That approach of fine tune out with bunch
Already got back from lunch
Following a master hunch
When the bones all went crunch

And there's a person in my head
Besides me will he wind up bred
Along with rabid certain led
To go back into the quiet shed

And spend a few days resting up
Lost when reaching for the cup

Pop Sonnet #1707

And memorizing pages of a really long book
Could always ask for another look
Into the way the other took
Along with everything that cook

Would hide from others making dinner
Whether or not he was a beginner
He was really less of a sinner
And thought of by all the winner

Of the spoils that sank for
Out of the backward door
Into the center of the core
And up into the gentle roar

That peaceful wrath you fill my day
Without showing me the other way

Pop Sonnet #1708

Decisive you have thought to flee
Along with any other plea
Into the raging water sea
That chanced back into me

That day gone by to take away
Whatever else you have to say
About the seconds in a day
Which we've never counted play

That foraging of lost desserts
Into what are known as flirts
And I will have to change my shirts
Along with the feeling there are dirts

All clogging up the useful pipe
Guess I'm back to feeling ripe

Pop Sonnet #1709

And some of these words come from
Somewhere else they share the sum
Of all the parts that make the gum
Stick together however dumb

And recklessly abandon ship
Before the waves bring in a clip
Take the master type of trip
Back into the typical tip

Of the peak that tops the hill
Time for me to go and chill
With others having a good meal
And appreciating any deal

When resting on my laurel greens
I will have to wear the jeans