Slipshod Sonnet #1

Centerfold navel staples electric
eye tiptoeing visiting
delicious keeping the living area
at bay hit and saunter
simple realizations verse, what’s
worse? some see flaws
so easily often taking little notice
you can’t win like that
not with a lampshade serenade
hothouse cancer has
the most legs crossed ankles that
prophecy again pardon my
trespass wavering I meant to stay
out