Done and gone
Fishin' for knights
In shining armor
Plated scales, suits,
Fish scale mail
Box bug bristles
Burn my face,
Scrub my mouthpiece,
Stretch my strings,
Welcome me home.
Smells like sour
Patchy beard man
Love smoked up
The house again:
And again and
The only thing
Left for us
Chickens is ghosts.
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