Pirates of the Not Caring After Being There

{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

skulll and bone 

brain and fuck

numb and funny

skull and bone

skull numb and bone funny