I’m ok Ive music in my felt lined ears
That bed made up before i even
Contemplated the lie that would lead
To wax work tears a lion searching
tin cans for others fears.
The fire belly stone the only Place
they wouldn’t bring themselves to look
Was the keel hauled boy
Held in the hull because they
Couldn’t tread in salt water
Popular as ever the lower case
Cut down to build a mothership
Out of matches.