Change me--cleanse me. Tear the hatred from my body. Build in me, a sturdy core. I am wavering. I am tired. I desire, so badly, change around me. So, change me. Revive me.
I am done with the "pirate's life..." I packed up my little shanty cottage and moved north for greater adventure. It's the simple things in life that I value--and perhaps I can get back to my roots here in Georgia. If i was a beverage, you would take equal parts mohican, DeeDee Ramone, Nick Burns The Company Computer-Guy and Ace Ventura. Put that into a martini shaker with ice. Stir it like a mosh pit... but don't shake me like a baby--because that creates ice ships in the beverage that will end up diluting me. Then strain me into a cereal bowl. Don't waste your time with shapely and expensive glasses. I am built like a tub of popcorn and not delicate or presentable. Lastly, garnish me with some deoderant. I probably need some.
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