Through my living room window I can see
my neighbor’s skull-and-crossbones flag—
so, expecting a pirate boarding.
my neighbor’s skull-and-crossbones flag—
so, expecting a pirate boarding.
There will be bloody cutlass hacks.
Somebody might get their eye poked out.
Well, I’ll be Jim Hawkins and fire my pistols
Somebody might get their eye poked out.
Well, I’ll be Jim Hawkins and fire my pistols
straight into the approaching buccaneer.
I’ll be sick afterwards,
probably puke.
I’ll be sick afterwards,
probably puke.
There is an almost-overwhelming sense
of menace in my life.
I wish Charles Edward Stuart
of menace in my life.
I wish Charles Edward Stuart
had not been such an asshole.
He didn’t care two shits about Scotland—
all those poor hielanders savaged by Cumberland!
He didn’t care two shits about Scotland—
all those poor hielanders savaged by Cumberland!
To the contrary, today
feels like a day of signal happiness for me,
Jim’s and my slightly piratical
feels like a day of signal happiness for me,
Jim’s and my slightly piratical
seeking to bring sexual religious joy
into our my heart.
into our my heart.
