{workin draft)
I’m on my way
You drew me a map and on it an x -
It
Marked the spot.
You buried me deep down-
Like a
Pirate.
Saving booty for
The shipwreck sailors
Holding limes for scurvy
(expand scurrvy to coded std on then a fuked up you cant give what yo dont have motif)
Peg legs to jam into square holes
And parrots who don’t feel like talking.
I know the map by heart
And I got a ship too
I follow the stars
I follow the tabloids
I follow you on the Gram
I know where I’m going
i know what im doing
My face tattoos suggest as much
Where I’m going
Is where you’ve been
Returning to the the scene of the
I would offer my condolence to men
who worshiip the
ground you walk on
But I've no love
for Landlbbbers?
and we set sail
at high tide
her
chest
has no old
her
chest is empty
empty chest
still beats without a
heart
Singing
Yo hoo Yo hoo hoo
Shots fired
saying
"The cannon balls on this guy"
leaving you on your knee
or fetal postion
crying
Arrrrrrrrrrr
And no
No
No
And
No
I am not trying to shame you. No
You have my respect
It’s just
Just
Injust
But the worst thing that I could ever say to hurt and anger you is
I love you.
The rest of it the
Taunts
And
Slander
Well
That’s just celebrating
That’s Fame
Not shame
skulll and bone
brain and fuck
numb and funny
skull and bone
skull numb and bone funny
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