domingo, 22 de março de 2015

Many tentacles spoil the broth

In the floating vessel that a school is
Some had not the mind to see what was obvious
And some had not the patience not the gut for people
The distracted, me included were eight legs running...
blindly toward underwater lava

I could not see the shape of the coral
he could not see it's color thus...
we made a pact to help each other
The squid and the octopus

Though the contract was signed on the water with our ink
and lasted as long as a pirate's drink
Though we'd both cover the leaks with tentacles
so that the floating ship wouldn't sink

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