Pop Sonnet #2280

Determines when to go on back
To the advice that once returned
The extra taste in the sack
And then went out and burned

All the guidance down the drain
Threw away the makings of
Taken pack from the pain
And crushed the only love

That was asking for a chance
But submitting to the ways
Went to go out and dance
And then asked for the plays

That started fancy and wound up glib
Tickle me right in the rib

Pop Sonnet #2281

When everything comes crashing down
And no one is there to catch you
When you thought you covered sound
That makes for plans to ask through

The only type of catching that can trail
Along with public dimension
You will reportedly go sail
With the feeling mention

To be in a bite as large as where
Then gently round the top
When you have cheated on your fair
And scraped the handle drop

To be out in it all
And to ask for a gentle fall

Pop Sonnet #2282

And now my muse is draining
Because I need a smoke
And if there is complaining
I will go for broke

The sympathy I wished for
Has turned to spite and rage
And shuddered in the floor
For the early in the age

When I can get a comeback
And ask for a thought crime
And willed into the star sack
That you could sense the prime

When I have made it half
I will know that it is a laugh

Pop Sonnet #2283

Never again to take them
Back to where they go
And if you cannot swim
You might not even flow

But after you have asked
For the clearance in the soup
The rain is being tasked
And you have to regroup

To take a festive clearance
And drive out in the wake
To take a further chance
And then you go and bake

When philosophy conjoins itself
You would have to ask your shelf

Pop Sonnet #2284

Whether it is permitted
Or if it is forbidden
I will be the witted
Out of the old midden

That froze your frame
And took you down
To feel all the same
And make you frown

Because no one seems to understand
Why you smoke again
And if you had nothing planned
Offensive in the win

To seep through your destroyer
And save for your employer

Pop Sonnet #2285

That gave me a little juice
The magic in the smoke
When you are searching to loose
The chains from your spoke

Never know if the coast is clear
Tonight you give a speech
And make another fulfilled year
Come back into the breach

When destiny has called you out
You premiere without a hitch
And take the testimonial bout
Back to that angry witch

That called your name when dancing
And hung up on romancing

Pop Sonnet #2286

I have gotten used to this
But it is still not easy
To have an old miss
And run around all sleazy

When company arrests him
And he has made his bed
To ask for other types of whim
Would wind us all up dead

And take from me the moment
That I have worked hard for
But if you trip foment
To work into the door

That escalation tried all
And then right away would stall

Pop Sonnet #2287

I have a feeling of doom
That keeps over me still
It just seems to loom
Over the whole deal

That escapes from asking
The worried in the rank
And when they are all masking
The flight will be the plank

Off with all the phony tries
Makeshift in the meek
That still takes all the flies
And tries again next week

To run into a long storm
And figure out why it is too warm

Pop Sonnet #2288

At least in this room
And nowhere else for now
And to check the plume
That shaped up in the brow

To fly through the poems like nowhere
Could ever tie you down
When objects float along there
You make it in the brown

That collided with your youth
The pygmy wasn't rich
But when there is a bit of truth
You return to bitch

That chewed you out over death
And you could even get the breath

Pop Sonnet #2289

Repetition and double score
All forgotten there
When life asks you for
The second type of dare

When censorship asks you to stop
But you already broke the rules
You can make important shop
That belongs to fools

To make a better life
And to smoke once in awhile
Is the only happened strife
That you could ever file

Away in the textual code
All of your cards will implode