The
Blue ship
The
Captain is sick
Up
in his mind
He
can't think straight
The
waves rising high
His
eyes can't make the nigh
Though
his many assistants can't say
They
keep him out of the loop
The
Captain looks at his map
The
sailing out of his plan
He
tries to reason in his head
He
has his headaches
The
crew of sailors
They
keep sailing the ship
There
is no instruction
Though
they see the waves
“What
now?” they ask
“Keep
sailing you jerk!
You
aren't paid to think!”
“But
the waves?”
The
tidal waves kiss the ship
Sending
it in a whirlpool
The
Captain and his assistants
They
run but no place to float
The
tidal waves sink the ship
It
cuts the ship into halves
Slowly
she goes down deep
In
the arms of Hades
In
the headlines
The
Blue ship sinks
Made
of steel but rust wasted away
Once
the mighty Blue now deep in the sea
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