Ugh fuck it I'm headed to bed.
Anyway I'm on fire with words
And leaving on a *high* note, so...
Have a lovely day my
phenomenally curved
Girl who is heard
Speaking her words
Via making her thumps.
Thumps so the grunting
men can learn something
From the constant rumbling
And distant drumming of
Athena gone hunting
Looking for nothing
But from where it's coming
these beats that keep thumping
From she who is something
To hear in the woods.
You do what feels good
Like today you could
Pretend to be loud
And let out your sound
Without being worried
Athena would hurry
If she could hear fury
In your fingers
You know that bitch, though
She's all for a solo
One woman show
She's not gonna throw
Herself into you so
Just silently know
Athena likes a chase
It's basic
Don't waste
A full day
On some just-in-case
Play
When we know the day
She finds you she'll say
OMG hit this bong
Now this drum and hit strong
And she'll join along
In your wordless song
That welcomes the dawn
And battles her yawns
With its power to perk-up Athena.
It's not a battle cry if you're drumming, my sister. It's a battle sound.
