Barnacle SamSam, was the barnacle man.
Even as a kid he would plan
Trips to the sea,
Only to be
With his beloved Diane.
Now Diane was his little shelled wonder,
A girl whose life was way under
The sea's gentle waves
She'd never misbehave
But she'd always send his heart asunder.
Day after day, he would sit there,
Sighing and floating on prayers
He wished he could be
Under the sea
Alone with his watery mare.
But one day he went to the quay,
simply looking only to be
one with his girl
His belly did twirl
To find out that she was a he!
For Diane was a common hermaphrodite!
She could change her gender within a night,
Poor Sam's heart was a' broke
He held back a sob with a choke
As his love became her own shiny knight.
Now Sam sits alone on a boat,
his heart permanently stuck in his throat.
She crosses his mind
His heart's still entwined
For the barnacle that could make his heart float.
But Sam has a secret of his own.
You all must think him so alone;
But what you don't see
Is his lengthy wee-wee
JettisonIt's funny how important one tiny band of gold can be.
Its' warming color exudes love- affection- tenderness-
a collection I cannot fill on my own.
It follows me, lurking just beyond the corners.
This desolate wanting of something so inherently meaningless to the masses.
But to me, it is more than a promise of eternal assistance-
it is my deepest wish, my greatest desire.
To know that abandonment is now simply a slain soldier on the battlefield of my life...
A shadow; a ghost.
It consumes me....
wanting more than promises, more than words.
I need this more than anything, more than the next breath I take.
It makes me wonder really...
If I'm in this for him, or for that elusive desire of release from the demons that haunt me.
I may never discover the answer, but, I fear this question-
It may become that the demons of old no longer taunt and tease,
but new devils arise and strike my soul to sorrow the pity of my decisions.
Did I accept an eternal life with the man I love... or with the si