Surf’s up –

He wavy –

Your fresh ain’t my fresh –

Y’all got Lil Nas X –

I grew up on Lord Finesse –

Her name was Agnes –

Nothing special about Agnes or her appearance

A bashed –

She resembled a squash –

Life is a pigeon –

That took a shit on her new Prius –

And she just got her car washed –

The epitome of average – Agnes –

Average Agnes –

The sad thing about being average – is that

Everything about being percеived as

Average is unappеaling to most people –

Agnes was no exception – she craved to be –

Looked up to from afar – like a star –

So bright the world could see –

Alas – Agnes hated the facts that that

Would never be me –

Agnes – never to exude happiness –

She perceived self-worth in correlation

W/ her social media amount of likes for

Validation –

She would never contribute to the world to be –

Unique onto herself nor instill others w/ envy –

That comes from the confidence of knowing that

She was the only one to which these qualities

She possessed –

That others would strive to find in themselves

Something they saw in her to cherish to say

“Damn, that Agnes – so fresh!!!”

Being in her presence – you could truly feel

Blessed –

The acknowledgement of being just here –

Agnes wanted to disappear –

Agnes was a joke –

A misquote, an evaporation –

A hesitation –

An occupation of wasted time and a question

Of why –

Like being on the receiving end of listening to

Rappers – regurgitating the same ole same ole

In they rhymes –

All lies – WAVE goodbye –

Why that good shit be so hard to find? But seek

And you shall find –

In the private confides of her house –

She sat comfy as a lump on her living room couch –

Doing what she always did every early

Afternoon –

She would punish herself for being Agnes –

By painfully pulling her hair out – bleed out –

The pull of her hair follicles forcibly from

Her scalp –

Was removed –

Partially to relieve –

And punish herself –

Because she couldn’t have Steve –

Every woman who ever breathed wanted Steve –

Steve Carr cavalier who - didn’t have a care –

Bob and weave Steve –

Hi-post he nosebleed –

Agnes – antics – childish

Infatuation –

Tragic – toxic – it felt like love –

Agnes was hooked on Steve – fiending for his

Affection like drugs –

All his life it seemed – that things were easy –

Handed to him on a tray – Steve was living the dream

Steve appeared well-adjusted, reliable, polite, and

To his neighbors he was kind –

Which – all – sums – up – Steve –

OR – so we believed –

A bachelor who volunteered his time to

Service the community –

Just last week, he helped out w/ the middle school

Fundraiser to recruit sponsors to donate

Funds to get new football equipment

Because he saw –

Kids as an investment in our future –

For a better world to live in –

He loved cats, all-around good guy Steve –

Too good to be believed –

All the ladies were wondering – whose soul

Do I have to sell? What did they have

To do –

To fuck a hunk of beefcake like you –

Damn, shame how Steve could be single

In this day and age –

Was he a hoarder? A mama’s boy? Or

Disappointingly, was he gay? – ladies

Lining up in droves to volunteer for his gay

Therapy conversion –

Well-proportioned slender and well-dressed –

Steve had a face ladies would kill to sit on and

Getting dug out by Steve –

Would be so dreamy and an event they would

Relive and cherish forever –

He owned the local real estate agency

House hunting is where Agnes first encountered

Him –

And no-one in town –

Had a bad thing to say about him –

So it was odd when his neighbors watched

From across the street as the police

Arrived @ Steve’s door in the early

Afternoon – on the first week of June –

Everyone was ready to clear away the cobwebs

Of a rainy Spring so it was the 1st bright

Sunny day to remember –

The door was barricaded blocked off w/ police tape

When the ambulance arrived –

To all the neighbors’ surprise –

When the lady next door, Ms. Lacy Peppard Cogwell –

Called the cops to complain –

About a funny, пweird smell coming from the

Toolshed in Steve’s backyard –

Even before reaching out to the authorities –

She tried to reach Steve –

Directly for up to a week –

Before she became too overwhelmed

By the reek –

The night before she called the police –

Ms. Cogwell thought she heard screaming for

Help in the middle of the night during the

Week –

But dismissed it as TV and went back to sleep –

But the next night – she thought she heard

The same distinct plea for help –

But thought again that it might be TV or a

Figment of her imagination but the scent

Gradually went from irritative to downright

Pungent rather quickly –

She had no idea where the scent could be

Emanating from originally –

For all she knew –

It might have been a rodent trapped that died

In a wall –

The horror that happened here –

Had everyone so appalled –

To the shock of the neighborhood –

From the house –

The police carried out the body of Steve –

W/ their camera phones out –

The neighbors stood in disbelief –

Dead and stinking it was Steve –

Who’d want to hurt somebody like Steve –

After the coroner drove away with his remains –

A young woman was being escorted out the

House by the two cops into a squad car –

Her eyes darting back and forth squinting

To turn away – from the brightness of the day –

Using her arm wrapped around a blanket

To shield the sun from her eyes

The young woman from under the blanket

Was naked and looked a fright –

Her torso matted w/ dried blood and caked

Dirt unwashed –

Gravely thin and would probably be better off –

If Steve’s cat ate her corpse –

Like a drunk surgeon –

Steve severed her tits –

And hung ‘em on his fridge like magnets –

To the dismay of no status Agnes –

Agnes – in anguish – lovelorn – she still grieved –

Over Steve –

She just didn’t want to be here anymore –

She was a sandwich in an open window screaming

“EAT ME, EAT ME!!!” unworthy to be a leftover

An inedible so unbelievably forgettable –

The thought of another day continuing

The same way underwhelming predictability

Of a routine w/o Steve – was too hard to believe –

So she followed the coroner to the morgue –

Agnes snuck into the morgue and waited –

And hid – she had to stay calm – it was hard –

She couldn’t breathe - she would finally –

Be alone – w/ Steve –

As the coroner left the room –

Agnes was faced w/ his remains –

She quickly undressed –

Soaked between her legs, she was wet –

Agnes straddled Steve’s lifeless corpse –

Transitory is flesh and blood –

True enlightenment is love –

Glands in her mouth produced saliva

In anticipation –

Agnes onto Steve leaned back and lunged –

Her mouth opened wide bearing down

W/ her incisors tearing off the flesh

Of Steve’s left cheek –

Red meat –

Excitement –

The blood pooled from her mouth as if

Seethed –

Agnes continued to feed –

No longer a memory –

Steve will live on within me –

A part of me –

This is my declaration of everlasting love –

As I consume his flesh –

Steve’s blood is my blood