Bill, Resolve my Debt Now? Sociedad Odiosa contra mi Patria

Mated upon a glass surface, a rhyme,

A flower, these breaths of mine, two pendants

For the ears.  There you are mighty poem

And just what I need for my medicine,

Doc, what says you? Is it true as Teddy

Graham told me that I am your Type. AU?

Is it true? Were those your neurons that piqued

were by Einstein, Eisenstein, Viva Mi

Mexico, patria que nunca fue Mia,

pero que nunca me acorde a Olvidar

aunque me lo exigia la Sociedad Odiosa.

Oh, what have I done but made a Bilingual

Sonnet and in your most Hated form, Bill.

Whaddya say we Resolve my Debt Now?

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.