Drip Drop Drip
Its going, something is coming.
What are they... in?
How my pirate sons battle
Writhing in agony
Fueled by ham
If only I had given them the love they deserved as children
Maybe this could have been avoided
Instead I'm forced to watch as the schooners
The intensity is unbearable, like a shot of epinephrine to the heart.
The heat of the haymaker unmatched by the cool of the brew.
Oven fresh love'n
All over your body
Wish Wash Wish
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