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I was your cabin boy.
I was your cabin boy. I was
your cabin boy.
Decked out in pants and a shiny black cap,
bending over the rail to see the body of the ocean
throbbing like a black worm beside me,
I was your cabin boy.
I was your cabin boy. I was
your cabin boy.
Teaching marbles how to hold still on the deck.
Carving initials onto the deck.
Waiting for you by your shiny black door.
Lying still on a bed lit only by Captain eyes
as Captain hands squirm softly beside me,
rocking with the ocean, learning to see
in the dark, I was your cabin boy.
Bringing you french toast in
the morning,
laying it gently by the shiny black door,
climbing the thin stairs, leaning over the rail,
watching the body of the ocean squirm
like a dark worm beside me:
Such is the life of a cabin boy.
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