pirates always do get wet


for ive seen the depths of my being
and in it
there is no hope
no sanity
no peace
no goodness
no purity
no honor
no love
no perfection
no beauty
just ash
just brimstone
just hostility
just anger
just a stiffneck
simply rebellious
constantly disasterous

despair and doubt I caress
my farm produces death

but my father
my father
my father
looks at me nonethelss

freeing me from this decaying body of death
warming me from the cold winds
all entirely produced from my breath

he loves me oh how he loves me
despite my rebelliousness

this day he says
son I love you
especially your wrecklessness
take this kiss
to remember me

let it be a sail for you
in the times of your stress

remember this
my scratchy line dove

pirates

always do get wet