loose ends

Tuesday

Loose ends 2

Your braying echoes off these hallowed walls
As your own castle is staked by pinheads
Blunt, crude , straight to the point that painful itch
Whitewash the smear off your cheek
So trade those nuts , bolts and washers
Attach and fasten , jobbing pirate!
Sweaty palms , the electric chair speaks
Ahoy!Ye be the next sweetcheeks.
Heart on the table,Thank ye .
Will whiter my flowers on your tombstone
After this little ride down sing song town
Down the plank ye go, trick or treat for ye.

Undermining your mind
"I think, therefore i am"