Rectangle Creep - Whale Gam

"Time was you could pick 'em up and put 'em down
In all the various neighborhoods of town"
But over time no one knows where that mischaracterization went
His predilections and intrinsic flaws left no forwarding address

Bounty hunters, bill collectors
Gathered and leaned into the
Vapor of his scent
And man alive!
It was just like he never left

He was partial to three slams after work
The engine and a pair of sidecars
He was endlessly fond of whale gam
Lifting up the skirt
Putting down the fingers of desire

Harpoons and whale gams
Blowholes and battering rams
Blubbering mouth
Return to sender
Candlewax
Stench of the render

And his pickled associates...

"Back then you could find them out and hedge them in
In all the conclaves north of Wales
In dark wainscotted rooms we bled the tunes
Out of Whalin' Jennings"

He spoke the lies through a fan that
Oscillated them and ran
Endlessly to the void of infinity
Where tax collectors loom

He insisted on whale gams
On weekends

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Rectangle Creep

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