mutiny on the high seas

heels click

want home

arms folded

all alone

need words

to fill in blanks

ones with syllables

that walk the plank

water’s deep

without compassion

the sea sweats

the heart’s rations

there is no rhyme

or need for reason

the flag’s been raised

this ship’s called treason

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