I THINK THERE'S SOME LORE UNDER HERE

aw, no.  don't show me history
that is longer than my only career.
one thing to despise is the anchor 
that has been clanking "darling darling"
at the ocean floor 
seven feet too far.
a little but heavy thing, 
a curly trinket that can hold a hive 
of metal rooms put. 
aw, no.  i'm not ever too salty.
it's a windy catalouge of 
traditional lower-deck 
slang that bids my brain avast. 
it sleeps my 
night watch for me.