A Lady Upon The Figurehead

A  lady upon the figurehead
Standing proud in the breeze
Calling to the Sirens & wenches
Knowing the truth of these seas
Her beauty remaining firm & intact
The ship around her orange with rust
The sailors with splinters in their palms
For she has a wooden bust

I’m Gonna Bust Out With The Tortoiseshell Frames

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I’m gonna bust out with the tortoiseshell frames

I can take a sensual selfie if you please

Come in for a closer look, Lady

Grab my hair while I’m down on my knees

Let me taste your sweet serenity

Forget the boys who don’t know how

It’s not your job to make them men

You’re here, within my clutches now