sun sets and some fish swim here
the dear mr phin is swimming near
the blew from the sea is soft to the pores
the gulls sing aloud the star spangled bores
for this is a dream
this is a promise
the land of the free
is nothing but problems
utopia or metopia
single nets cut from their owners
syllable said so little through the corners
what is the use of my mind if not to eat?
the tide takes me back to all your fleets
and your wars contaminate my dreams
so little to do than to float around at sea?
it looks like me but it has no pores
it has eyes like a gull but much uglier
the shape of the breast how useless it be
for it is a creature with legs and no fins
swimming not but surely floating
down the corals and into unspoken
clearly rubbish compared to the reef
for it feeds them and sharks too or three
shocking. silver is spewed from above the heavens
so much rumbling and thundering, it must be god's.
they have finally seen my brialliance and my mentality
"oh look a starfish, i shall give it to my brother for his hospitality!"
no
leave me be
no
let me stay
what are you doing?
please go away
i need my sea
my beautiful sea
for it is the remorse
that is killing thee
and not me
not me
not
me
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