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“B.S., I Luv You by Stewart Stafford Bite that lying tongue in your cheek, Shaman's mask to play hide-and-seek, A whirlpool vortex being, so deluded, Tarantuled me in, my senses denuded. Checking blood banks - Yes! You got paid! A sociopath's shameless, sick parade, In sycophant shade, carrion crows convene, Alibis caw over a cadaver's gangrene. Botox sessions ended frowned, Dredge up memories when you're around, Bury your drained victims, vampire creep, From oozing floorboards, vile secrets seep. Communing with nocturnal revelry, Hog feast at a bonfire of hypocrisy, Scapegoating ends in mirrored past, In tumbling runes, flaws naked, cast. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” — Stewart Stafford
B.S., I Luv You by Stewart Stafford
Bite that lying tongue in your cheek,
Shaman's mask to play hide-and-seek,
A whirlpool vortex being, so deluded,
Tarantuled me in, my senses denuded.
Checking blood banks - Yes! You got paid!
A sociopath's shameless, sick parade,
In sycophant shade, carrion crows convene,
Alibis caw over a cadaver's gangrene.
Botox sessions ended frowned,
Dredge up memories when you're around,
Bury your drained victims, vampire creep,
From oozing floorboards, vile secrets seep.
Communing with nocturnal revelry,
Hog feast at a bonfire of hypocrisy,
Scapegoating ends in mirrored past,
In tumbling runes, flaws naked, cast.
© 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.