Stef

Stef
Whiff I must have gotten you’re
Stif as formaldehyde like your
Staff including but not limited to

Tiff with a
Tefflon face
Stuffed too fat to act.
Stuffuck up, don’t bother me
Perhaps you’re mending your
Std’s

Refferee you desperately need to

Lift your doubts and decide for you.
Drift with the winds, your way’s
Rift’s too great to fix
pfft



Freckles stained grimace
And eyes half shut
Blind my light away

Juicy subway
Dried potatoes
Unappetisizng conversation

Hands delicate
Paintbrush finesse
Rough edged words

Laugh like the satyr
One half man one half beast
Didn’t even notice me in the least

Eyes did feast
On the celtic green
Did she leprechaun my asks?

Inconsiderate
like I never seen
perhaps ill caterwaul

what about the other one?
Is she still the same?
Unfortunately her words still lame

She sought her skater clade
Lke a baby needy made
Her lips were watery and wet

Though I saw flashes
Swirling and whirling
I was mostly sane


if I see her again
ill act ignorant
and maybe she’ll realise her sin