Humoring

Her piss eyes raked
his bile soul
adrenaline and blood
surged wild, while sh!t
she said ate his grin whole,
and parts and holes
got versatile.
So fluids harsh
and mild spewed -
“That’s it!” He puled,
“You are just rude.”
“But am I just?”
“Yes, just” he lied.
“Then all is fair,”
she fantasized, and
both agreed to puke
accord, or else to die.
“I dub thee we!” “Let’s us!”
they sighed, and scored
and tried foreverly.

So if they end foreverless,
at least it was quite possible,
and still all right I guess.