December 30, 2023

SONNET 51

Sonnet.51-And now automagnetism compendiously forlorn,And rascality ere golden morn stiffnecked being frightful frigging as frig around fritter'd,No longer a thorn in the flesh,when i am beckon'd tis the day of reckoning,Then you shall not be satiat'd with thyself ,thyself with karma's frilly vilest fringes, Nay if you fucking hell tow this ridiculous line,then writ it,tis thou art infect'd with vilest worms of karma,And history mocks thee before history,even as history mocks thee before thy graveyard's decay and epitaph ridicul'd, Lest thy weary soul should furnish and be refurbish'd,

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