.gob sonnet.

sonja benskin mesher

gob stuck painfully wide
rubber fingers probe inside

send your fourth child a
lone her gassed extraction
thinged traumatic, an insistence
on rhyme by past dictation

scared absolutely ,the bleeding
rules scraping, filling
pussed restrictions feeding
the lines gone wrong you see..

difficult teeth, poetic lines
line my painful mouth shouting
elizabeth, the bloody sonnet oh
farthingales a starchy ****ing

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