Of Whales and Woe

the bowels gurgle a bit more these days it seemsand he thinks more about the way he saunters 'roundthe posture of his father is not his chosen destinationbut though his head remains in the same proximityhis chin with creeping dangle moves closer to the groundhe aims his good ear best he can towards conversation and sometimes leans in awkward toward your seatand if by chance one feels their space too invadedthen try your best to calmly be discreetbecause this septic breathed man that stands before youis a champion from days gone byand the tales of whales and woe off his liquored toungue will flowthe light will soft white twinkle off the cataracts in his eyeso if by chance you're cornered near the bathroomor he blocks you sprawled in his aisle seatembrace the chance to hear some tales of greatness'cause he is the most interesting ball of toxins you're ever apt to meet