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
Copyright © Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex | Year Posted 2022
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