Jonah Bites The Whale's Twisted Lying Tongue. Poem by Michael Gale

Darkness enfolds as surrounds...
I am stuck without sighted sound.

One minute without friend or foe...
Where has life left me lonely so?

One minute swimming all about...
Next instant swallowed whole by a bothersome whaleish loute.

Biggest gulps of watery spout...
Fills my lungs to it's fullest out.

As i look about and around in roomy hallowed darkness...
I shake up my hand in defiance to a snickering hateful God.

My name might be Jonah kept prisoner of a bellied wet beast...
By God almighty, i am forlorn forgotten and remembered unfavored as least.

I will soon learn to kneel and pray to my God up a-high...
My prayers will be answered by God the father, My new number one guy.

Out a blow hole do i fly...
Forever until my death, i'll spread the word of God way up high.