He can’t sleep because he daydream a few thing at once

That won’t add up

He’s a mailman at an ever rotating circus

With nothing to bring

He could blame math

He could blame whatever he can get

That won’t talk back

I cursed the crab, now I know I’m one of its friends

Must’ve been the crab that bit off my tongue

Then the dream ends

But I swallowed it down, I can feel it move

Maybe move it back up and staple it on

Oh look at her

Oh what is she trying to do

Trying to get me

Don’t get to me

Man gets shot into the rudder at a decent speed

And mangles his arm and took the mush and put it in a sling

Around his neck where all of the parts were there

He couldn’t write or work or even jerk off

He still didn’t know if he wanted to get back in the boat