99 or Wolfe

Blue on white
Colourblind
For his English friend
He’s trying to share this with you
But today
My friend, how things are
Reminded me of his youth
A pretty little thing
A lover he shook hands with
He wasn’t around
So great, I’m ignorant for you
Just close to smell your perfume
Or whatever you wear
Such a sap
She left with him

He left with bared teeth 

You’ll get lockjaw
And me too