Silent Sea

Floating around a silent sea,
waiting for angels to speak to me.
"Type" they say, "a few great lines..."
and English flows in steep inclines,
of squashy mushy grapes, not wines.
My greatness will not be.

Floating around a silent sea,
waiting for angels to speak to me.
Waiting, waiting, masturbating.
Happy with crap!
Satiating!

Typing any words I think,
don't even blink,
but just type free.

Floating around a silent sea.
A noisy ocean now, that's me.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.