The one's in the middle's got no shame.
He aimed for the award, Pirates of the Caribbean.
But he won't soon forget.
Can't return stolen items if broken.
No sweet reward,
Just wasted words.
Owners of a broken heart
fix tiny pieces with extra thumbs.
Excuses - "I have a heart,
focus hijacked by sparkle."
Sip black coffee,
no coming back... unless it's decaf.
Good to the last drop.
If I say so myself.
Drops of revenge linger.
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 6:48 PM UTC
The one's in the middle's got no shame.
He aimed for the award, Pirates of the Caribbean.
But he won't soon forget.
Can't return stolen items if broken.
No sweet reward,
Just wasted words.
Owners of a broken heart
fix tiny pieces with extra thumbs.
Excuses - "I have a heart,
focus hijacked by sparkle."
Sip black coffee,
no coming back... unless it's decaf.
Good to the last drop.
If I say so myself.
Drops of revenge linger.
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