Sealegs

I am a creature whose legs belong to the sea.
Ours is the population that does not sleep.
We special order the bags under our eyes
Custom made to diminish outside lives.

I am a creature whose legs belong to the sea.
Ours is the population with too thick skin.
We own that there is hate in our heart,
And blame the salt corroding that part.

I am a creature whose legs belong to the sea. 
Ours is the population taught when to speak.
We maintain the preapproved mindset,
But on the way out, forget to thank the government.

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