Pop Sonnet #3450
Check it down for circular straw
That kept a lung in check
When I did chop the law
And slithered around my neck
The controlling sermon of the fact
Not came in once or twice
Receive the only tear drop back
To keep up paradise
And encourage the mutation
Of the rift in check and spill
All the next up to station
Never take a handle wheel
And let go of security equally made
The next five minutes in the shade
Pop Sonnet #3451
Go to the brethren of the temple
The men that studied everything
And teach you to act so simple
Just to rely on a sharp sting
And return to the theater trust
Me in a dream I can make it in
Where I have felt the baggage bust
To put everything back again
For worship acts are welcome here
But simply write too much to stack
Where others would have found the rear
So top heavy that the tower would attack
The bottom of the pit with weight
There is a greater epic fate
Pop Sonnet #3452
Words come faster than they are thought
Because of a system down in place
Where the magic is a lot
Of crimes that you must face
And I would only listen to
A magnet tape running on
And help me feel the way you do
By turning me into a pond
And asking for the icicle
Beneath the rain gutters
That never formed in the trickle
Of when the man stutters
So track a package to the house
I think I will feel so soused
Pop Sonnet #3453
Spillage in the freezer check
For lightning in the morning
That earlier waits to wreck
Before offering a warning
That will smash it all apart
And separate the journey fit
Where taking anything to start
Would temporarily sit
Among a fighter in the back
Where I can come to stop
The only place written on a sack
Where there are mental flops
That comes into a paradigm
And hide me underneath the slime
Pop Sonnet #3454
So trip among the threshold jungle
Of a spider trap in the hall
Where the webs were forming bungle
The mutation will stall
The premium alert wish
That stable wouldn't sling
For a nasty other dish
That only made you sing
For a verse so perfect never dared to stare
And if the boisterous wailing continues
I would ask here just about where
The next time I will pay my dues
And I am feeling a bit roasted
That is why I got so toasted
Pop Sonnet #3455
Just remember it seems to be
Random but I will stay here
For anywhere that sets to see
The stain glass will bring cheer
For the governor knows so much
About the ways of the images
And landing upon my crutch
Everyday it is what it is
And I will take one step forward too
In remiss of a lost art spoken
Until someone will have to get you
Out of the hallway broken
But I will fight back with a quip
Watch what comes out of your lip
Pop Sonnet #3456
And now that number playfully
Sequential steady for a loom
That rises above the only
Fire at the doom
Where I could see through a call
But even cards would win
The straight without a doll
To center it all back in
And here we go down the trail
Where words have only paved
The right type kingdom will prevail
And I have stopped and saved
The numbers just keep cranking
And after all she was thanking
Pop Sonnet #3457
But after the circle freezes the frame
There is not much more to do
Beside start up the next game
And ask yourself what crew
Will come to help for all of time
That sticks behind in certain
The up and coming forced out chime
That came upon a curtain
With images and pictures strange
That must have taken notice
Of the only ones in range
I am the one that wrote this
But I won't argue with the damned
The door had never been so jammed
Pop Sonnet #3458
There is a set up that will work
Before I go closing down
All the time you said the perk
Was in the infinite town
That time warp decision made to flee
I have a bad taste in the mouth
Where you had just to go for me
And travel further south
Where privacy is mixed in powder
And raw nerves fuel the tank
When reaching into wonder crowd her
Yellow hair falls into the blank
Where I can get across the side
And handle you when I abide
Pop Sonnet #3459
Seems like I am copying the pages down
But they come from nowhere
Except what experience is around
Any time I take the chair
Which really is just a place to sit
Not like your endorsement code
To be mentally all fit
And ask for an allow splint road
What a forced double word it all turned out to be
And writing until the end of a song
Comes playing across airwaves for me
Just make sure to bring all along
When you are stepping out to fate
And nothing can ever make you wait
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