Kingsfoil
Savannah
Floating down the canals of the upper crust, they have got the keys to the south locked up
Smooth skin girls with no fake pearls just fake smiles aimed at me like charity to a poor child
From Savannah to Key West, I migrate south looking to rest
But my love's like molasses in my chest, so slow to show I've made a mess
I dreamt of my death mask, mozak out of pain meds
I am the monster underneath my own bed
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