Pop Sonnet #2880
Was I fool to turn them down
For money when art is free
But I have been acting like a clown
When throwing back the glee
For gloating is nice when
You get that hook into the bread
That catches a big fin
To give into the said
After all is gone and lost
What difference does it make
It would have covered the cost
But then I would feel fake
And maybe it is just for my eyes
That surprise when you tightened your thighs
Pop Sonnet #2881
All I need is hope for peace
Among the harmony that grows
Unless there is a piece
Of action that files when she flows
But we knew each other
From a curse that once was wrought
Upon the caster of another
To take lead upon the spot
And to reverse the order
Of the symphony switch
That makes a certain hoarder
Feel the company of witch
That came to me like a savior
Of the land where there is a flavor
Pop Sonnet #2882
And crack open that lift
That spends time in the void
And goes for all the gift
That is used to oil droid
And if you are out to get me
Please take a number sir
Because I wrote so gently
In the courage of the stir
That forced open the Chinese Box
The maze within the maze
To live among the forest clocks
Came ticking into haze
That opened a horizon of pillage right for lead
And operates so viciously upon the stroke of dread
Pop Sonnet #2883
And courage was the fire
That exploded from my pipe
When nothing chases dire
The bloody man will ripe
And furiously approach the storm
When clouds have all amassed
And take me into wormhole norm
That went by like years fast
When I have made a decision
To never sell out
I may meet my derision
Unless you suffer doubt
That there are pathways into fame
And they don't all look the same
Pop Sonnet #2884
When Aspen came a knocking
And we worked for Hollywood
That simple frame is locking
Beneath the city should
Come pleasantly mix rising
Along the gulf of dreams
That women were surprising
What is like it seems
Is anything to fit the bill
When we have had the kiss
And swallow down the pill
That you can never miss
When I had an assured way in
I left behind the only sin
Pop Sonnet #2885
That pardoned you for logic games
And never made mistakes
And brought to you the best of dames
That collapsed when they made the takes
Begat a child from spirit power
I know this all seems strange
But when the idle time for the hour
Comes hanging onto range
That awful feeling you missed out
On the highest sort of features
Just because the freedom route
Means to turn away the creatures
That come to you in pleasant speech
What is the reason you beseech
Pop Sonnet #2886
And curse the ground for walking
The silver dire care
That leaves you all make talking
The wave of all the fare
That slipped into beams of fire
The pillar that will lead
And when will I take a choir
Back to the steady seed
That planted never starts to grow
And even belonging to this dance
The creator of this show
But she just took the chance
Because there we were in the line of your advent
And she could tell that you had went
Pop Sonnet #2887
And if you cautiously approach
The way the cards have fallen
Because there were a contact roach
That kept you up the walling
Of a certain painter's brush
That auctioned for awhile
And if the movie is a rush
Just take it for the dial
That places junk in your path
To test you for the wrath
Beneath the guild like math
That beckons you into her bath
And you have covered so much ground
I would reach out and add a pound
Pop Sonnet #2888
This is the number of the triple score
When playing cards with matches
That keeps the flow from over floor
The way you looked at catches
That came flying by like a job for saints
And wondered when you'd be sure
That you have thrown the paints
In every direction for demure
And at least when you have taken
The numbers for the drink
To belong in the old fancy shaken
That came by just to slink
Into a cumbersome position
And they have the right to petition
Pop Sonnet #2889
But it seems now quite arbitrary
That match game that has faded
To catch a moonlight water fairy
And send it to the graded
Papers were piling up and I failed
To quit the rest of chemicals
That came spiking me when all was aided
To the chest of visuals
That you may find in a few years
The way it seems to add
A bit of the old bitter tears
That she was feeling bad
And now I pause to remember why
The next time I go I may have to try
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