You are the tyrant and
Tonight I am the mutant;
Planning mutiny against you,
And the way your checklist
Checks out: "Deformity",
Calls for a "Man overboard!"

The sea never wronged you,
And neither did I.
You lost heart for me and
Tossed me to the ocean.
"There's plenty of other fish in the..."
Save your cliches.

Save your cliches for the next
Time you tie rope around your
Loved one's appendages.
The spot on the beach from which
You frequent gains your hated name.
You are known for this!

Every new moon the ocean
Is significantly displaced,
And when you're through
The female bodies who loved
You in vain will stack higher
Than the sails of your ship.

A wave of deservance,
A wave of lonliness,
They will crash upon you.
And the corpse you loved
the most watches you die
from the top of the crows nest.