Eyes – A poem by Stegzy Gnomepants

I see you looking up at me
Your eyes unblinking
I cut you into wedges
Into hot boiling water, sinking
For the crimes you’ve committed
And the sins you’ve made
After the fork
And before the spade
And when you’re soft
But not quite cooked
I pop you into the oven
Ha ha! Now you’re fucked
180 degrees
Two thousand seconds
Until you crisp up
My plate it beckons
And as your dead eyes
Stare up at me
I coat you with condiments
Sodium free
It serves you right
You evil spud
But I have to admit
You do taste quite good.

Ah thankyou.

Author: stegzy

Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.

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