Ectoplasm...
spasm...
semen...
from a seaman.

Flagging down a cloud
to cover one’s waist.
Never felt so proud
of pleasure made in haste.

Terrible odds of succeeding;
this journey’s been quite misleading:
it started with a joke
and then went up in smoke.

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