Another day in the forest
This pirate was stenciled out of silver tinsel
She grew big and strong until one day
This pirate left her little maze.
She grew out of the maze she made.
Her broken guitar was never played
It sat, sulking like a lonely barmaid in the corner,
Her last date left her alone at the drive in.
It was an early show, but eventually she got laid.
I might be a silver tinsel stenciled pirate.
Greeding out hope and $ and things.
Pianos and things.
Plugging down the line, oblivious and searching.
Feeling with my eyes.
Just one sea shanty away from pay day,
A cartoon of a dream.
The inspiration for so many ridiculous thing.
Slivers of fear laced with unanswered prayers.
His liver was never tased.
That would have fit his paternity plate, though.
His friends lived in outer space.
That was why he was always being chased.
Through town and through the subways.
Though they were looking for someone else.
Thought it was me, but it must have been my shadow.
I was always chasing someone.
So was he.
Dipping, diving and delving into fantasies.
I always wanted to be one of them.
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