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Lost Sailing

Lost Sailing The boat sails this way and that Round around the waters Lost its rudder a while ago Like a person with no eyes Going about by feel alone Wondering how it happened? Up creek no damn paddle These things happen like life Made in Red China kaput Low quality crap made bad Mass produced Sold to us by the CCP turtles Like the boat going round But that's fine the crew Tho minus a rudder Are drinking a dozen beers No cares for this world Or the next sailing there In a rudderless boat Is the boat on the Styx Also without a rudder? And made by the Chinese? What does the ferryman think? All fine as long as you pay Coins on a dead person's eye Chinese currency refused

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