Oh the men that make their way
Sitting around in lapping bays
How a wish is whispered naked in the corner bar
Never heard from someone close but always from someone afar
A listless night of effort is remembered fondly
Worlds torn to pieces just because the sight of another temptation missing
So the story goes from soul to soul like fish peeking from their fishy bowl
Scattering for a thought into publishment to share a pain that can only be felt within
Experience tempts the senses to reveal and spit and *** and bleed onto the page scanned and verified and blotted by high ink and
Misinterpreted
But still tried as if a jury full of fledging turtles tempting the God's to bring the wisdown unseen but known by clowns with twisted frowns, and analyzed by sizes with flashy prizes and excavated by the mindless & ****** vacated and ripped to shreds but still seemingly in love in bed
So the bearer of the bad appears in blue
Shifting from side to side from the news
Knee deep in his own birthed and electric disease
A breath of air touches the ears of the virgins
The attempting takers
Eyes that gaze up skirts and oh how I remember how it hurt, how it hurt
With the water entrenched with the back and forth touch within but still no sight of a friendly boat
But oh the loafs, the hot bread manics, underlying a temper furious hot ferocity, fast and fast and fast until they met themselves, seeing themselves sweating, panting, exhaling and finally feeling what it feels like to expel the spell they were cursed with and are now forced to live with
Through it all if one doesn't have a ball
They'll turn out to be just another victim with a gripped dulled saw
With a wasted mother's gift, a wasted torn ticket, a pocket of wasted rockets, Their grandly sad and oh so deserved
Epic fall