So you think that you saw my panties…

I, Jaime king, words fall from my mouth

Its true

Bleeding colors of red, then white, then blue

It means more then your teeth could bare

More than your life could spare
The sand is hot, its hot and we are far too cool
I’m stronger though I pretend not to be
In hopes of harvesting your crop
In hopes of child, then family
The prospect of a farm then a bright growth of beans
In hopes of quilts and butter see
These simple grasps and promises
This map has got one still
You see, the hopes of land and family
The simple stitches can believe

The lost ones got a ship for me

The lost ones got a ship for me

A flag for bitches
A flag for sons
A flag for riches
A flag for some
That hop scotch over the rules then some
I’ll slip my love upon them all
I’ll slip my love upon them all…

Though she will slit her wrist over the first model

the first train that will shack the coal to fall

though I don’t like the pretense, the double space

the bleachers filled with

knowledge, knowledge, knowledge.