Its lucid
The fluid -
Grossly you wont see them
These are like soldiers teeming
Marching their way on to Jerusalem
And shortly,
Theyre all just heroic remnants
from someone elses cum
Upon my shaky, sticky palm.
Casualties, they are now
Indeed they deserve to claim my vow
These noble knights
Had served their King Arthur with might
So off they go to the Heavens
On this thin, sweaty sheet of linen
Memories of them wont be forgotten
For they religiously smell and stain.
As this night drifts
Together the cockroaches peep
The hard gun has gone wrinkled
That is, his thing is now idle
To think I need another set
of his Good Ol Fckn Soldiers.
