Blown Off Course
Just as the wind has come about
And it's time to change tack;
There's a new hand on the tiller
Of the mutinous, rudderless boat;
Now doomed to float aimlessly,
Until it arrives at an uncharted port
Its cargo spoiled, wasted, ruined.
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