Seamesleep
Outside my door is a ship in distress
The bulged hinges whisper SOS
Though rough seas out in the hall
The course is set for ports of call
Fifty-Fifty, that’s my name
All back full the odds are lame
Roads of bubbles can disappear
Into the wind, the course I steer
Alter course by wheeling port
Use the raft as last resort
Plank to plank we’ll walk her in
See a light good shape we’re in
If she makes it back I’ll paint the hull
Polish the brass and let her know
The barnacles show neglected times
But tomorrow comes rain or shine
Down then below the deck
The basements hell as in a wreck
The rudder wants to starboard steer
The crew just wants to have a beer
The alarm is sounding show a leg
The dog is licking face in beg
It’s time to rise and hit the deck
For Monday came a dream in neck
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