You look like a Stiff,
high on stilts.
A prize cock.
I fixed upon the back of yr neck,
as you sat upright
at the dining table,
and thought:
Last night I brought you back
from the dead, you wanker.
I know,
I know: you’re wired
to think right
ahead, apply
arithmetic
to human situations.
Not quite Utilitarian:
learn 1st to figure
the Self 1 Unit
among many.
Oct 2016
Thanks Peter! That’s a nice thing to say
What a dissection, Marco. The word’s the blade!