Finite Sailing

Shark fins part the dark waters we swim. Circling
the shadows lumber larger beneath white waves. Gathering
gaping maws reek of rancid meat,
rotting between rows of teeth.

This shifting square of ocean air will mark our graves.
Our boat floats above a beautiful emerald reef.
In this game there are no saves to roll master chief.

They bash our boat with stupid primal charges no shore in sight or flares to light,
our barge bulges, tilts, dented,
no emergency rescue or harpoon.
Friends await afar to meet anon
but death comes soon
glee-faced and beady-eyed.
When the fight joins they'll chew us to bits;
our legacy in this sea will be two shark shits.

Thrown overboard by the latest lurch I search for the deck.
Knives shred my arm!
I feel stinging cooling bicep
[He paddles in bloodied water,
screaming while large bodies press against him from below.
Frenzied, they rend him thoughtless.
He's (jerked {underwater) tackled} -tangled in fishing lines.
A tacklebox knocks out dread.
Froth churns, turns red...]

Bible Tracks

http://downloads.newsok.com/documents/rinehartcartoon.pdf

Crude artwork, every character's the author's mouthpiece, no plot but promotion...this campaign comic's like a Bible track. I've never heard of anyone being persuaded by such things. The all-pervasiveness of the writer's intention is so lucid and doesn't make attempts to counter opponents arguments that enemies won't be persuaded and someone who agrees doesn't need the comic. Reads like he'd probably be better overall than his opponent (I'd have to know the opponent to decide) but the last bit of page 11 is wickedness. Good business sense is keeping cops out of business mens' hair so they're not slowed down. If work-crews have a day (or more) less they're allowed to work each week projects will take longer.