Pop Sonnet #2510

Never abandon the thrill of the chase
When company kicks out the smooth
Of operations clear until the case
Came back with the clearer uncouth

Personality ripped from the cranks
The miner is jealous from pain
That all will be there to multiply thanks
To be a functional plain

That mathematics will never trace down
Until robbed of your traits in a box
That complicate matters that are found
To be running beside the old socks

That take a pain killer and hit the road
Never mind if all he did was slowed

Pop Sonnet #2511

So there are digits flying into heights
The nostalgia that leads to the drink
Of all of the mercy never came sights
To be quickly on edge just to think

And if purposeful actions are nearer
To receive a glorious take
And to be spit by the steerer
An action that can be a mistake

To trample and run on the frolic sidewalk
Makes sure they will never be back
All along there was something beneath the clock
And there an hour will rack

Focus into shape the collision
I never meant any derision

Pop Sonnet #2512

If I am feeling the creeper that would make sense
For a village in the counting of white
That takes several machines of the fence
That would copy you ever so right

And turn the old screws like a key
Spotted the left brain denial
And if there is a further place to see
Then drive me about a mile

That kicked me out in the middle
Of time for an error that keeps
All of them danced to the fiddle
And tried to answer the beeps

When I am invited to long
Nothing ever seems to go wrong

Pop Sonnet #2513

So if there are pictures to take
Along with classes when made
Feeling that hearts can now break
To fit all the offering shade

To encourage a lesson of maps
That was long overdue geography
The army at the funeral plays taps
To relate to a certain grain for tea

That takes a blade of grass
And studies the future in it
For the appeal at the fast
Is for all to see fit

That company rises to thank
And on top of it all my bills sank

Pop Sonnet #2514

No break to get to the end
Before there are miles of sounds
That wispy cloud of pretend
And never stealing the grounds

Formidably a construction
Of assemblage in the next frame
To be underneath a conjunction
And send you back from whence you came

Like a snooze alarm adjusted for fasting
A last place guarantee pill
For the reasons that comedy is lasting
Is to do everything that you will

And if I can challenge the history
Everything is such a mystery

Pop Sonnet #2515

Okay with the continuing tome
That is longer than almost all books
To be in it all on the foam
To share the reasons with the cooks

That banquet adjustment for miles
The scalawag brought from the store
The mitigation of styles
To be that old kind of bore

And wrap in the pages of length
That fight for the blood in the ink
Or should I say microchip strength
The cloud keeps us all up and think

To keep an assortment of lotions
And imbibe the golden potions

Pop Sonnet #2516

Stop with the lying on men
That perplexes the freeze in a tank
To compress that second type grin
Will ask you to go to rank

All along they were watching the floor
That can trip up the calmest of stones
The fury all went out the door
When the cab came to hang up my phones

And it is a good thing that I left
When arriving in footage of dumb
That was the choices that cleft
A lot of my brain had gone numb

When my eyes started flashing and blinking
The company ship isn't sinking

Pop Sonnet #2517

So design an old ghost
To look for the morrow and run
To a permanent side of the host
And always questions for one

That eternity boasts the confusion
Of the miles apart
Take me back to the illusion
And tear a big hole just to start

The magic is crawling away
Before I can officially burst
To make the medicine stay
You have to prepare for the worst

That cosmic aggression is funky
And I have never fallen to the junky

Pop Sonnet #2518

Some could argue that I am
So full of it I could sink
But if you check out the cam
I will open your link

That leads to a word count ballistic
To celebrate glorious clothes
To be rendered into a statistic
And then fill the rest of your nose

With powders that were at a party
To eliminate veins of the wrong
To illustrate all very hearty
That there will be a bigger bong

So write about whatever comes to mind
And then take some time to be very kind

Pop Sonnet #2519

There is a combustible setting
Atop the wired old bush
That dreads the feeling of petting
Just when you felt more of a push

That sent you along to the fever
And ran down the lyrical sheets
That went on to stop an old achiever
From taking down all his sweets

And storing them up for next year
At least you can say I am afloat
Going around for the fear
That kept on sinking my boat

So leer passed the hour of change
And quickly send to me the old range