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The hydrophobic sailor.
Burn like embers,
The deprived hydrophobic's eyes,
As he stands with but a toothpick for a spear,
In the middle of the sea,
On an upturned boat that serves no purpose,
Waiting for his Moby Dick.
The waters glow red,
And the foam froths like poison,
The whale is nowhere to be seen,
And the sailor who cannot swim
Waits for the pungence of the night
To devour him before his fear does,
As the adventure proves too intense,
And the reward underwhelming.
© windrider
The deprived hydrophobic's eyes,
As he stands with but a toothpick for a spear,
In the middle of the sea,
On an upturned boat that serves no purpose,
Waiting for his Moby Dick.
The waters glow red,
And the foam froths like poison,
The whale is nowhere to be seen,
And the sailor who cannot swim
Waits for the pungence of the night
To devour him before his fear does,
As the adventure proves too intense,
And the reward underwhelming.
© windrider
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