Eyes - A poem by Stegzy Gnomepants

I see you looking up at me


Your eyes unblinking


I cut you into wedges


Into hot boiling water, sinking


For the crimes you've committed


And the sins you've made


After the fork


And before the spade


And when you're soft


But not quite cooked


I pop you into the oven


Ha ha! Now you're fucked


180 degrees


Two thousand seconds


Until you crisp up


My plate it beckons


And as your dead eyes


Stare up at me


I coat you with condiments


Sodium free


It serves you right


You evil spud


But I have to admit


You do taste quite good.




Ah thankyou.