sonnet 2.6.13.

This lady whom I can just loaf around
Id never seek as far as simply looks
I guess Ive got a mental guide unsound
Id like to fix the flat and narrow nooks
I feel a fool agog on shifting ground
A saboteur of self the worst of sooks
A clock of jerky gestures overwound
I savour summons hers the finger crooks
I laugh and leer as she tells every joke
I pamper her times shes tired needs a rest
I want to ask if Im eyed second best
That could conclude us peers the oddest folk
Acquired taste she is like all life Ive got
Ive overheard the many hold her hot
Chorus got frik kreeg