Nautical botany ditty for you this chicago afternoon. RIP to all the goldfish that had to die so Miley Cyrus could create Her Dead Petz and ascend to Ziggy Stardust godform levels of cosmic influence.
What's Kraken, Jimmy Buffett?
Dandelion afternoon, useless
and multi wondrous. I weed my
liver of your sacraments - I need
my hull optimal for these penultimate
leagues. I mark my log with your
petals - a habit given to scurvy
no fruit allotted by god will cure.
Polly, sand the bottle, prepare
our packet. X the map, dust
my jacket. Cast the bottle on
twilight tides, patch my eyes
against Federal Cheron, I will
not be taxed by styx or squid.
Guffaws denote where my treasure's hid.
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