Big Trouble in Little Ark~ By Annonymous

tee eff double yew
no burnished hand to grab a few
fistfuls of my woodbrown hair
            ((MIDASTOUCH ME TO STRAIGHT GOLD))
melt me down /
                              in town i'm sold
                        and from the witty conspires
                                    of the forests and the breaks
                                    i'll raise a thousand ires
                                    poison a thousand lakes
                        if only forth to drive her
                        and catch her in my net
                        o her muscles! o her jaws!
            kiss me & i will swoon ~
and we will fall in plainest view
of all the booing crowd.
 
one half of waifu is
            a moaning why:
            BREAK FORTH IN SOLEMN REEEEEEEE
                        HOW COME SHE AIN'T MINE?
                        HOW COME SHE AIN'T WITH ME?
 
my hair, yes, wove to gold
storefront, yes, tired as mold
                                    midas ain't in,
                                                she's down below
                                    soaking her gills.
doubt she'll see you. she likes me
only, and i'll have it no other way
 
oh,
            you'll wait.
                                    i see.
                        O MY FRAGRANT LOVER ///
                        (called down the stairs,
                        heartflung, headlong)
                                    break open my bones
                        and drink deep their
            cargoed sin!
until i'm midased out
and quantified to cart
                                    and to bin.
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