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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Let sail this doom and gloom Drinking gasoline with a blue lighter In the morning head up the gangplank The hours till I lay down is a lifetime I’ve become a child drunk on hydrocarbons How will I lay my aching head at night? Isn’t it how I’ll wake up young again? I’m a sailor heading to international waters Fuel in my belly on furlough from happiness It’s nearly noon and all I see is blue At 3 o’clock noonday demons unfurl my sails I say to myself I hear Sirens on the horizon Perhaps it’s just Moby Dick crying alone Some crossed the ocean to the New World Now commonplace on planes and hours With no one at home, on the deck with Ishmael We’ll go fishing for that elusive white Dick Doom and gloom will be air and blood by six We’ll dock in Cuba and dance with Sirens Tomorrow work will yank me from pages Today I belong to the empty ocean’s tome Tomorrow old mistakes will become my child A kid's mind aching from too much rum Tomorrow itching to be back on the Pequod Without my son waiting back home Without my lad tethering me to shore A landlubber defrocked is forever exiled When nine comes watch my ship in embers I’ll wake back on shore however far I go Sirens and Moby Dick leaving voicemails Ahab making his bed for me like a maid Go down with the ship since born this morn Dog-eared, I’m not a first edition Book burnings make a purty sight Trying to ignite doom and gloom Queequeg build me a rose coffin The printing press is pressing me Keep me from international waters Oh God, let the water feel nice
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