Another One Bites the Dust

I sit and dream of a sea to be.  I feel it move inside of me.  He is great and not kind at this time, but he needs to be.  I feed him endlessly.  I create the creatures of the sea while he is inside of me.  He is the waves that protect me.  He must learn to respect me before he can touch me actually.  I will win his respect and then he will be correct.  If I fail, he will go to jail.  It will be his own choice.  He will not listen to the inner voice.  He must listen to the sea, and not to the ships.  They misguide and chide, especially me.  I am the queen of the sea.  I protect you creatures and algae.  We can swim and be free and captive at the same time.  For you I put this piece online in rhyme.  It is for yee, dear sea, not for he.  I cannot trust that he will help me be free, but I will work for the sea and maybe one day I will be free.  I have now caught a monster in my bubble net.  Maybe I am the best ORCA (KILLER WHALE) in history.  My life is no longer a mystery.  No one can claim to lack culpability.  I mean that sea, especially the new he.  He will now hee hee hee about me.  I just watched film of him in interviews.  He is heinously delusional and violent and will lose if the right bride he doth not chose.  He is a world threat now, and I am not a sea cow.  Manatee call on the power of BRACKISH water today and spread that my new man is gay.  He can then get his gay three way out of the way.  He will get HIV infinity and then I will never have to meet he.  I am tired of being disappointed by the incorrect data and mental defect of those who should be so very intelligent, but have chosen intrusion and violence and sexual sadism on me since I was wee.  I will now look up online about the gent.  None of these men are heaven sent.  I am not attracted to him at all.  Hopefully he will not try to call.  I am so sick of my cell phone right now.  The texts and the calls are so very weird or abusive.  Maybe he can protect from afar, clean up his life, become a real academic and diplomatic rockstar, be less bizarre, use proper diction and language without derogatory and slur, get to a point he can own a car (outright bought with cash), and stop being so stalker intrusive on me.  He will be paranoid now, sea cow, let him deal with it on his own.  He will have to get himself into the end zone.  Queen Vie