#66

the mutineer on the boat was talking revolution but nobody on the crew never paid him no mind cuz a mutineer without support is just a nut with arms and legs and big hairy seamen dont like crazy fools so i suppose manny the mutineer aint gonna be with us for too much longer cuz the other guys on board are gonna throw him overboard and as usual it will be my duty to write a song or a poem about the dumb motherfucker and give a eulogy while all the pig beasts gather around and pretend they know how sublime the fragility of human life is as i use words like power and flaw and grief and pride and their eyes start poopin out of their greasy skulls and wriggle around on the deck for a moment before they grow little veiny appendages and start walking over to me beggin me to look down but i refuse and continue on with my lament because the feeling of an eyeball on your salty raw ankle is enough eye contact for any man of words to bear in a single lifetime and i dare not stare into the pigs oozin sockets for fear of seeing their wicked minds and finding myself to be even one of their thoughts