This Man was Talked to Death

The man was talked to death

And so was the girl.

Who had betrayed herself 

by being too friendly

and too fascinated

and too patient

and too shy

While she waited, 

a tornado consumed the invisible sky

 sucked the man up into the clouds and left the boy 

and the boy

never tried to be any of those things

as he'd never had to

be anything

but himself.

She felt sorry

he felt so little 

for all she felt.

He was too diabetic

to even touch her hand

or say something sweet.

He couldn't know her as 

She hadn't been herself.

So she set herself alight

with the last of the fire

and reincarnated

as something

divine.

There's nothing you can do about compliments you've made

but undo them

or the love you wudda gave

but pity the fool who ain't so brave

He's a few years off from being an old maid

Shoo him away and calamine the sting of the

Anal retentive epsom thing 

hiding under his hoody

with a boyscout badge

and a worldwide woody

msned from a girl in Brasil

who's too young to take the pill

safely typing miles away

no idea that he's gay

You'd have to be to watch bike videos all day.

Sprinkle that boyscout water on me

braindeaf empty shell 

of muscle and hair gel.

Feet greener than Peter Pan

Can't take off those shoes and hold

Your fingers or your feet.

My life's too sweet.

Would've liked to see you ride

But all you do is hide.