Ode of Ste

confident, only shy and

gregarious, but a loner and

small, but looks tall in high heels

when he wear a dress and

drink a bottle of Barcardi

before you go out to blur your eyes and avoid

the chest. The impresser.

The shocker. The slut.

false nails and Boots’ 17.

Pearl Jam and a pearl necklace.

bedsit in Burnage selling clothes

to dodgy fuckers in pubs.

DANCE LIKE A CHIMP ON SPEED

THEN REASON AND LEAVE WHEN YOU’RE READY TO GO

BACK HOME AND CONTINUE A BLITZ OF

OBLIVION AND CLEARASIL AND BEANS

Or is it me? Here, no real passion

except rules and deadlines. A philosopher

whose only philosophy is to Go Along With It

And Get It Done.

We’ll both tread home alone

and alone although you may

miss tomorrow and the rest of your life

happily hungover with yourself and

I will stay straight, normal and sane

somewhere in a boring, successful cage

so similar

to you.