SONNET 80

Sonnet.80- When nirvana's mask their budding flowers uncultures:but for their vile shadow is their parade,the arcadian bliss unmoored and impugned glorious kismet,Die many deaths to themselves before its carapace they die,golden roses do sparsely its havocs unleash'd;Of their derelict concoction and quirky cheeks,are hoots or a fig not cared at all:And so vilous of they,ignominious and impuissant.hooked! when the neplus ultstra shall have fade,adophobia is at work,its bloody hell supplanted.Oh indeed,his man goes to sleep,his woman goes to work.

Oh on loll's lowtide,his stupor barely stampede manifold a ass of a lummox 's lumber set,And you ridding piggyback in the horseback's saddle are luminous rays to lightens this darkness,speak of the spring the tumour,the trauma and let its potion be past,The lump doth luckydip of your magnanimous ignite like a magnettos and magnificates,the majesty as your bounty,doth this spring of a glorious filigree,And you in that ensconce,corellates with this expenditure,In all eyeballs to eyeballs,you have still a meagre edge,to quell this hell of a miasma.