9 Lines (plus 9)

"f****n' pirate captains..?.. ugh, not again"

predictable
 tepid

you stupid,!,

son of a b***h

 this is life!

ya motha' f***a'

"he shouted. . .

(f****n' take it)

 very loudly."

. . . as i left

toward my death

alive, on a lifestyle

of death

predictable and stupid

glory

and a cunty b***h 

so f*****g overrated!

so it goes

and we end here now -

  terminally perverted

etc.

and every day

in the dirty works of my mind,

. . . i f****n' prove all of my dreams

on target

9 by 9 sir

exacto. . .

so goes practice

(come with me)

 and insanity

alive among only the monsters

that can't kill us

you will,

   put down your things

   and eventually,

lie about what brought you here

you will tell to me

you will show to me

your own insides twisted

to let me make of you. . .

a fantasy 

… this was way more than 9 lines (plus 9)

  

 so i owe you a coke

and something nasty

eventually 

  (find me)

 in practice

have you ever seen Total Recall?

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