How I Would Paint Success
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guy that wants to come up with a profound title
Blackbeard in an Armani
His cross-bone skibbies ride over a sharkskin belt
A white-and-red mint hides his Gehenna breath
Clean-shaven scars swath his cheeks and chin
And his sword arm waves against the sky
That I would row! row! row!
Scurvy Dog in a suit
And
A ribeye of wagyu
Over applewood embers
On the grill of Hephaestus, himself
But under the char
Maggots burrow
And gnaw its rot
And smear their feces
Along its marbled halls
Yum
Poop-steak