Dems are so crooked they're reverting to bipedalism.
Hark, Triton, Hark!
Let Neptune strike ye dead,
Bellow, bid our father,
the sea king,
rise from the depths,
full foul in his fury,
black waves teeming
with salt-foam,
to smother this young mouth
with pungent slime,
to choke ye,
engorging yer organs,
till ye turn
blue and bloated,
with bilge and brine
and can scream no more.
Only when he,
crowned in cockle shells,
with slithering tentacled tail
and steaming beard,
take up his fell,
be-finned arm,
his coral-tined trident
screeches
banshee-like in the tempest
and plunges
right through yer gullet,
bursting ye,
a bulging bladder no more,
but a blasted bloody film now,
a nothing for the Harpies
and the souls of dead sailors
to peck and claw
and feed upon,
only to be lapped up
and swallowed
by the infinite waters
of the dread emperor himself,
forgotten to any man,
to any time,
forgotten to any God or devil,
forgotten even to the sea,
any stuff
or part of you,
even any scantling
of your soul,
Damn ye!