You think yer so damned high and mighty cause yer a goddamned lighthouse keeper? Well, you ain’t a captain of no ship and you never was, you ain’t no general, no copper, you ain’t the president, and you ain’t my father — and I’m sick of you actin’ like you is! I’m sick of your laugh, your snoring, and your goddamned farts. Your damned goddamned farts. Goddamn yer farts! You smell like piss, you smell like jism, like rotten dick, like curdled foreskin, like hot onions fucked a farmyard shit-house. And I’m sick of yer smell. I’m sick of it! I’m sick of it, you goddamned drunk. You goddamned, no-account, drunken, son-of-a-bitch-bastard liar! That’s what you are, you’re a goddamned drunken horse-shitting — short — shit liar. A liar!
It’s like you said, I just… had enough of trees, I guess… Since I left dad, I’d done every kind of work that can pay a man… Some I ain’t near proud of.
No, just… can’t find a post I could take a real shine to, so I keep movin’ along… I ain’t the kind to look back what’s behind him, see?
Now look here! Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a man startin’ fresh, startin’ new. Just looking to earn a livin’…
..Just like any man…
Goddamn your farts! You smell like piss, you smell like jism, like rotten dick, like curdled foreskin, like hot onions fucked a farmyard shit house. And I’m sick of your smell. I’m sick of it! I’m sick of it, you goddamned drunk. You goddamned no-account, son-of-a-bitch-bastard liar! That’s what you are! You’re a goddamned drunken, horse-shitting, short, shit liar. A liar!
Should pale death with treble dread, make ocean caves our bed, God who hear’st the surges roll, design to save the suppliant soul.
