littlegrenades:

Um, just doin a few lines(lawwl) of poetry here, cause i havent done that in awhile so i can now be safely assured anyone who’s still following me doesn’t wanna see that shit.

SO

I call this “Lament” I think

Waiting in a Harbor
In a crate with a Revolver
‘Cause my teeth are made of Bullets
And there are pliers in my pocket
As Crazy as the quaker
Who just met his naked maker
I would become the undertaker
But it seems the powder’s wet.