DirtyPiGGuin17

Brain waves crash against the rocks my skull has left behind making sediments to drip into my eyes becoming love, I go blind. I hallucinate this universe hence-forth my bed is roses with candy corn thorns I'm adorned with linen and gold I step up with chest out, feeling bold but my vocal chords are timid tongue and lips atrophic from introspection stealing work from the verbal sentence I'm ashamed of all the thoughts that I have slain. This is my penance For rotting in flames I play your games in hopes of making you remember my name if not my actions or my face if not my voice, maybe a taste. In your mouth I've placed the

I am not the pirate you're looking for This beard is a prosthetic, This hook is just a prop, This hat is glued onto my head And this is sot my frock. The sword and pistol by my side Are, neither of them, real. I've never seen a sailing ship That I wanted to steal I am no pirate.

Last night I was a stranger in a foreign land; a bandit with a steak knife tried to steal my hand, and sell it on the market for a buck a pound. All I did was laugh and start to look around until I found a rock shaped like a loaf of bread and calmly placed it deep inside the bandit's head. The bandit dropped his knife like it was molten lead and went to prance and spin next to the flower bed. Tonight I am a pirate on a cargo ship with no idea who brought me on this pointless trip. A sailsman once had asked me if I needed sales; I curled up all my fingers and I broke his lip. A month ago I ate a turkey and a chair while sleeping in the warm

Oh yes, we'll try To procure the most from this midsummer sky. As the night falls we dream of the days long gone by And the stars and the moon sing a quiet ghost town lullaby. The stores are closed Shall we open the windows of stories once told of the nights where the cowboys and princesses ride While the stars and the moon sang a quiet ghost town lullaby?