Racing Waves

The waves race endlessly to the sea
As if the wind had forced them ashore
In a union they would none did see
Them sneaking out of the house of whores

With them carrying stinking morsel smell
Debilitating the nose through a spell
Once cast like a fishing net sweeping bed
Clean of ocean’s little lovely well-bred

No doubt their oil nourishes human brain
And warranty in old age man is sane
With his grey matter falling not as prey
In the game of life which Alzheimer’s play

Pushing to quickly forget things men want
Not recalling how they dropped off the pant
In that house they sneaked out of forced by waves
After prostrating to the drive as slaves

Giving in to the master’s caprices
Hoping their dreams aren’t shattered into pieces
Rather waves waver not in their strong push
To send off such belongings to the bush

For they need not dwell in human thinking
So preoccupied with nothing but fish drowning
Oblivious to the grace of waves majestic moves
That will never trample on human eyes with hooves

But let them enjoy the grace of waves’ racing dance
Not for the weak at heart who would all fall in trance
Not off the hook for their forfeiture in the house
Committed and outside making up they have no nous

Race on waves and bring to these eyes that sole beauty
Your dance alone moving ships brings humanity
The soothing calm the corrupt would you washed away
But, come ashore and make sure such hopes at bay stay!