No ardson.

I’m sorry I’m not the lawyer, or the doctor you wanted me to be

I apologize for not being you

I’m sorry for being me.

Did not mean to fancy myself an individual, with black shiny eyes

Should have kept the flame unlit

I should have ate my dreams, an abandoned ship.

Aye Aye- you silly pirate. For you were fooled!! I’m no slave. No. No…..

I…well..well I! I am me. And nobody but I, can call I, a failure.

Because as much money as you have in that suitcase……having arrows launched through your neck, won’t do you any good.

But they may help to mop up the blood.




About Oil Underneath

I drink glasses of cold water.
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