King of Pisces

King of Pisces,
Lost my morals
When it came to this.

Fought hard to starve
In the cold war
When they said I was weak.
Proved them all wrong that I was just a freak.

Alice is drowning
In number 11.
Pisces pure,
Mom’s Chanel No.7.

Told you don’t fuck with me;
No glitter in the dust,
Told you when you met me
Who you couldn’t trust.

Peach cobbler, cherry pie,
The apple of your eye.
Told you who you could trust,
Wasn’t so easy, was it?

Thugs, drugs in 3D.
Prostitution, ADD,
Told you it’s what you want to see;
Don’t fuck with me, don’t fuck with me.

King of Pisces
In November,
Treat me nicely;
Please remember what I told you, what you said
Trust yourself before you’re dead.



About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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