I wish they could inject me
with something that would
perfect me,
but they'd sooner wage a war,
why?
to make money,
that's what for.

So I'll shamble on alone
hone my skills
and if that kills me
so be it.

Praying's overrated and
saturated by the prayerful
and now I'll get an earful'
for
saying what I think.

It must be the
men-
-oh wait,
men
don't get to *******.
I'll probably get shot for that too.

Can't do right for doing wrong,
but somehow I manage to
get along.

I blame it on being elderly
and by that I mean you
and certainly not me

I might even go down in history
or I might not.

Not where you were, but where you are is far better than not being,
Although it's fair to say that not being a human being is not.

The construction is
all designed to fake us out
or take us out and put us out
or even lock us in.

Monday grey
how
sluggishly my blood runs,
and of course
some ******* in the back seat
shouts
it's running faster than you,
he's not wrong

Calm down
no harm done,
but
I'm going to run
anyway

She looks mad.

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because the Page had ****** orf to the coast, was sick of silver trays and feeding to Her Majesty beans on friggin' toast, went off to see the sea, but that story will unfold in Chapter three,
for now, a berth on board and dreams of finding Blackbeard's hoard,

and for me
it'll be
another cup of
Yorkshire Tea.