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6. Weak Sauce (A Sonnet from 2005)
J-ewel fuels fools with popomatic pleasure
Ecstasy infectious, she’s unmeasured
Perfection-projecting sexy treasure
Forty amnesiacs can’t forget her.
If she were letters she’d be mmm-eMs.
The Navasana held up by two ssss-STems
Fucking cupcakes filled with precious g-gems
Or melting mouths like ovened-eminems.
Recliner chair pose more like a stone throne
Adorned with diamond studded ice-cream cones
Kisses should be quickly cloned and flown home
It’s this Queen Elizabeth who owns Ohm.
Now this jester’s jonesing for promotion,
Give me the crown jewels of her devotion!
