hold fast!
ready fast!
your man of war
is taking sea
with confusing tongues--
in broadside with
false cannonballs
that graze the mind--
of the beholder
your words sink--
and drown
you walk--
your desperate plank
of heavy
linguistic weight
and it carries you to the depths--
of green sea
i will tear your mast
and split your flimsy-
stanchion
the prize is mine
and i beckon--
you surrender
i know i will--
"blow the man down", again--
i am always--
sorry for it
because there is--
little seamanship--
involved
Author notes
fights often, sometimes mean, kitchen sinks involved
by kevin o'connor/ui'connabhair
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