At the Helm
the whales were
singing as if they
were rejoicing yet
only voicing that
which whales do
where the best
store was for
kelp and little
things
things that you
and i would think
as chit chat and
actually a matter
of fact
but i heard
from the tabloids
that whale speak is where
it's at from an
off and on again
covered addiction
an almost resolved
semi physical
that escalated
into a no win he
wins situation
which is where
we end yet where
we began so to stop
the cycle from being exact
i punched
the guy back
got a broken nose
but showed him i was
steadfast
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