I had a drawing made of me

Have you ever brushed your teeth 

In the shower

The morning after you

Had a slice with a bus driver

And I tasted rosemary

In between the carne

He claimed the oil

Was too spicy

But I didn't feel much

Still

I stole the story, worth telling

Like a thief in the night

Strung together into one long tale 

It’s still haunting

I had a drawing made of me, in the short grass

Crouched, hunched

And

In between the faint etches

Flattered, my attention complex titillated

I didn’t think I was worth noting

Taking heed, being noticed

Twas surprising

But what scared more, I found feeble self

The despise of acknowledging one’s existence

An apogee of realisation 

Comfort blanket leeched

Accurst buzzard harpy

Bleach the Wretch, away with ye