Washed up from my briny deep. You found me at my water front. Your intentions were to capture my impressions,to trade them for your attention, which I unknowingly held for an irksome ransom.
You presented my chassis to the masses. like you, they became soaked in knowing my motif. Showboating your bright new bauble, me, until blue in the face, I remained in my bubble.
My plate got thicker on yours. I unwaveringly hoarded yours truly in the hoard. wrapped up in myself, While You boasted, at the coast of my ocean.
