Out of Spite

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Out of Spite

The Sea, the Sea,

rise up and tell me:

are you being cute

just out of spite

knowing how I see

you through the bars

on my loneliest,

broken eveningtides?

and what’s up with that

fat bottomed boat?

is she floating by

with her roving eye

full of grudge and gloat

just to hear me sigh?