My words are foreign
So is yours.
Scholastic. Drastic. Calamitous
I fall free form on to the floor

My tongue a foreign tool
Sweetly understood as drunk...
A sunken pirate ship
Burdened heavily so wonderfully
Not plundered of its ***

My oxygen becomes. The sun.
And fragments of my stomach run into my blood.
So
Fun like ufc. Just as dumb at second glance.
Im just running round the pub trying to shake my *** not spill thy glass

You can imagine. Im melodic
Bloodshot folds im looking from
The dreams in waking moments
Crumble like the sand beneath my tongue....
A crude extraction of genetic
Traits
Passed down from my mum
So kiss my cheek
Lets walk you home
I think this pirates way too drunk