BOOTLICKER

TDK Gold

2010-04-18

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

What will I give if my life dissolves?

The twelfth hour -

it rolls on, gold.

O! Ye (a)moral aesthetes, 

I laugh at the lies,

the dirty lies; a feat.