Keep Your Chains (Terza Rima Sonnet)
Just like Facebook, cheap chains are the days trend
They’re swung like pendulums in the ghetto;
And rich Wall-Street has them, but they pretend
They don't-- They wear their Prada and stiletto
High heels, with chains hung down between their breasts:
In place like old tobacco in perfecto
Cigars, which soon leave stains upon the chest;
And one weak link can cause a chain to rust:
It takes but only one to spoil the rest.
Most certainly they'll fade like scraps of lust,
That’s why instead of chains I wear a ring:
Another’s weakness shall not bring me thrust
Or sickness -death: betrayal oft does bring.
So stick to chains, but to my band I’ll cling.
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