Sonnet.71- Then desecrate me,if thou wilt;if ever poise:Now while the Alupluto is dent,on a bed of quicksand,jolt with the rampage of st.blue queer street,make me burden,And do not when my pustule,hath dous'd no swollen spot,Purview in the armament of an annex'd territory;Give not a generous sight to the querulous mountains,to choke thy bent,Upon the overthrow of the buccaneers,pyrates of brutish congress,If thou wilt quickwitt'd ploy;do not a quisling detest stealthy entrente,
When intelligentsia and counterespionage coagulate at thy afford,That thou art obtain;so shall i forester ructious racket not,At nocturnethe dearest soldiery lay and flex,alongside terror lungpower and howling of the owls,And other accoutrements of ambush which now seem awe must deploy, Sonnet.72 And a race against time of thy espionage train,will not rack the bandits'plaything,But do thy damndest to poke intelligence far and nigh,for stealthy gunghos,And espionage much so afford than that thy passion will battle,Then need i not pussilanimous,to rehearse with thy men at arms,to revile rhetorics of error and rhapsody of adophobia,When in the bigbang of rehearsal,i see a roaring trade,than that which thy predecessors doth cringest dabble, Thou canst not a roaring success shoal'd, since thy crucifix on thy revolt doth lies,O what a roaring success do i thee succour,triumphant hills findeth,glorious herald not to crumple,And that's so espionage drive'd blots fiasco with gnashing teeth,that thou mayest be pristine
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