And I will own all the

arks, boats, ships,

rafts, and canoes,

and tug boats, ferries,

all forms of water transportation.

People will have to come

to me for their means

of survival.

The stubborn and destitute ones

will drown in my poem

sinking to the bottom,

screeching like anchors on

rusty

chains.

The rest of humanity will plead

for cut-rate discounts. But fuck them,

I’ll make them pay out

the ass. No rainbows

this time.