Confession

 

As you insist to squat 
In that dank sour creature 
Sowing so deep in the sea,
Do you ever wonder,
What will your legacy be?

Will you spout out with joy?
Will freedom abound?
Or will all those bad promises 
keep you locked and bound?

Will you pray to your God 
whom you do not faithfully follow
because the Truth is 
just too difficult to swallow

Will you fret to remember to lock your doors
but forget childhood was already squandered 
keeping monsters under the floors &
leaving the land of “if” un-wandered

Will the secrets in which you abide
conform into your only comfort 
containing a corpse chosen to confide
in a ramshackle whalebone fort

Will you sullenly agree
to pay the Devil’s fee
for what’s a few more years?
To choke back those tears 
with your caloric drug of choice 
To put a smile on your face & 
a lilt in your voice

To stay, stay, stay in your whale for a while
To tidy up the darkness
To sweep up the bile 
To just stay, stay, stay in your whale for a while.