POEM: Having Landed, Hear

This poem is about the Great Unwashed rising up and sailing into anew world.

Having Landed, Hear

In such a manor
You wanted
A place at the table
Fore that
Know longer
On the menu
Unendingly apprehended
On top of the whirled
For granite
And just the same
That our shows up
Messing with won's ahead
Who knocked over the table
Such a rare sight to sea
In a world mostly for sail
Navigating that bounteous solution
Taking no ship
From know one
Lumbering long the weigh
Left to build
Anew world
Fleet for
Especially for the great unwashed
Or mirrorly castles
In the heir

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