Sticky Mess

 

His eyes, the edge of a straight razor

Searing through me, bit by bit

His jaw, the hull of a sunken ship

Rusting away, chip by chip

Broad shoulders with dark, caved arches

Hilly, vehement chest; slippery sweaty sleet

Meaty hands, twitching to enclose muliebrity

Vigorous shell, he is; not more than meek

 

Cowardly glances, from across the room

The noisy gears turning in his head

Stuck, stuck, stuck in his thoughts

An idiot, a fool, a buffoon. 

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Yes, I just gave up on this mess in the last line. Its official, I can't rhyme anymore XD