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Paper Doll
Torn out from scraps of paper white and plain,
Control me as you gain delight doing
The ideas of play on me constrain
A paper doll, so docile, oh Darling.
To be so fragile in your clutches tight,
You try to have a schizoid like me tamed
And make me stay still, this process is trite
The only way you cannot have me maimed.
You dress me up and play, sick demands
Am willful to comply with them at will
Offend you not, provoke your pleading hands
And what am I to do, your yen fulfill.
So play with me because I am your whore.
You, I shall love you ‘til and while I’m sore.
ok i dont know if thats the proper way to write a shakespearean sonnet.
my scansion is probably off.
oh well.
and i just found a typo.
and i turned it in with the typo.
aaaaaahhhh
i dont want to get points off for that too
but i will
oh well