Throw Mr a Knife Saver

DID YOU SAY CLOWN OR DROWN I aimed my eyes essentially to the east While trying to escape a beast I looked to the sanctimonious sea With waves intent on drowning me I heard some underwater creatures having a discussion And with every word I understood each repercussion They said there is a consequence to every action we consign While I relegate to yesterday that which used to be mine I had a staring contest with a blinding sun And to me it mattered not who lost or won I looked at my mast and realized it had cracked And at that moment I realized drowning was a matter of fact I looked behind to yesterday And didn’t care very much for what it had to say Over the years I’ve considered ashes and/or graves But I never, for one moment, thought my headstone would become these watery and wicked waves © 2011.… Phreepoetree ~free cee!~