The Shakespeare of the crude and the crass

I crawled, on hands and knees, on shattered glass and wood chipping shavings
The pine needles stabbed into my inner arms veins, pronounces of pricks and misbehaving
Heart of mussels pounding within the shoreline bound, the crying, dreams in Parisian bars
Cocktails toasted amongst straws of hay, through the sipping lips , the freaks in the circus of the bizarre.

Then, in a Grimm story, the wolf danced on the memory , of the hood in red of the riding
A piano shadow, so illicit, so flaccid of the brain ordered to relax, in case of the mother threatening a hiding.
So painful princess. So raped , so inebriated, do suffice as to suffocate
In the forest of my uncle, the carbuncle of the foot of strife, I never told, in order for my mother to appreciate.

My beauty, my absolutely, my French connection I'm the red flag of a ruined dune of sand easing onto shore
Part of the plan. Sparer of Devils, on black and white vortex, corroding on pipes of peace folklore
She lead me through tunnels of darkness and savvy trials of heartless and memories relaxed in denials
Kick up the feathers in the desert of dust, in the wonderlust, the blunderbuss , shrapnel of truth and trials

Come at me sugar tits, tempting me into the hive so I know where I belong,
I'll tell you where, I'll always
be a part of the lyrics, a jigsaw piece, relaxed, peace, of zen the song
Chances amongst dancers
Parisian bars. That is where my mother left me, that's why my love I'm so fucked up
The reason I can't marry you, it's the abondenent issue, pass me the fucking tissue

Of inconsolable
Pricks of misbehaving
There was no point in grasps amongst shattered glass
For I am the Shakespeare's of the crude and and the crass.