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[westlakethug]

no need to have stroke
the sailor spoke
he did not joke
there was only anger in his tone
i managed not to raise my hand
and contemplated on this man
it seems as though hes not a fan
of my hair doo
so i just pass him by
dropped a needle in his eye
but he still said goodbye
like they teach you in school
so i mozy on down the pier
the ocean breeze was so clear
despite the fish smell my dear
its alright im used to it
i climb into my bar stool
evading those that would have drooled
im such a fool to stay in school
arent i
and like a dead battery
im stuck without a use you see
im left with the finality
ohh youll see
as if to pick up where i left
i draw in deep my last hard breath
and try to imagine the depth
of a swim from which i wont return
i say goodbye to ma and pa
and leave my shoes down by the shore
until i realize that its so far
down there
so i just sit and vent a while
from things so stern i could not smile
i was actin like a crocodile
but no mud to be found
so i tore the sleeves off of my shirt
a cut so deep it could not hurt
and went to the sailor burt
and kicked him in the teeth

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