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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we songs on sheets of wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want someone me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I a thimble of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching sink the ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we songs on sheets of wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want someone me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I a thimble of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching sink the ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
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