233. say you’ve been born at a sea level normal

say you’ve been born at a sea level normal,
your body develops an outer-crust (core on),
pressure will peak at twelve bars for feet,
and six bars for head of (the upper-half region)

mountains, you know, are pressurized low,
and people who live there are like to explode
if brought down to sea (that’s just a theory,
but no-one’s a mountain man yet (hasn’t seen one))

at bars negative (this science is sketchy)
the fishes are fine, but humans are sleds, you
call them that cause their bodies are scrunched —
flat, like a pancake, toboggan so touched

toboggan too being, most not completely,
i mean that the land of the clams isn’t deep, the
sea-level low is twelve meters MOST —
toboggans are thicker, and shorter, and nosed

huge for the filter, to search out the spills, the
dams, i mean dikes, the constantly trickling —
these clams have a WHOPPER, and scuttle non-stop
from one to the next to mud into clod them

clams are quite loyal on average (HOY!) for
the council of worms in one single voice, which
well enough was for weeds have to trust them —
they make and maintain these beds made of money

it only takes one (seed, bad of) because
toboggan sam hadn’t a prize for his plugging
awarded at weeds (been), champion leaking
dike dust-up derby and land bridges peating

toboggan sam should, his nose was a snoot,
a right proper shoveler, wide and astute,
and IF YOU WOULD LET IT miles away measure
the tiniest tickle and sludge off to set it

but WHAT WITH ENVY, with people, the seething
deep dark resentments, lure of the weeds, if
toboggan sam hadn’t an elder clam ratted
for skimming the stuff, champion had been
(cont.)