the really guilty
had there skulls removed
left for the vultures
skull and crossbones
ripples on the swells
ahoy matey aaarrrrrr
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I revel in your liquid treasure,
Far above my meager measure.
Thoughts of you transcend bare leisure,
Quickly drown in your displeasure.
Shakespeare sonnet 91:
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force,
Some in their garments though new-fangled ill;
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest:
But these particulars are not my measure,
All these I better in one general best.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost,
Of more delight than hawks and horses be;
And having thee, of all men's pride I boast:
Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take
All this away, and me most wretched make.
i used to know a lotta stuff, but i still have eight cats
I revel in your liquid treasure,
Far above my meager measure.
Thoughts of you transcend bare leisure,
Quickly drown in your displeasure.
I look your displeasure in the eye
and laugh as you let your temper fly.
You can't shake me,
we both agree
love's the one thing you just can't defy.
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Defy your love? E'en if I could,
What good's a tree without its wood?
What good's a heart without a beat,
Or suckling lips without a teat?
How is it that our hearts yet hang
throughout the years still ripening,
the thickened flesh a sweet delight,
'tween stone and skin a full grown bite.
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These treasure maps are what we got,
It's O's, not X's, mark the spot.
Disease resistance's no small stuff;
Our suckled babes are teat fed tough.
Now Jennifer owned sixteen maps,
with all of them scripted in caps.
And online did she post 'em
but no one would dare host 'em
for millenials are gen'rally saps.
wae aye man ye radgie
