The life of the sea men was quite a hard one
Their journey began with a little thrust
They huffed and they puffed
As they rowed under the sun
Mind you
They would have killed for a little rum
They put their backs into it
As they rowed up the stream
They began seeing things together
Mind you
It could have been the constant supply of Hennessy
One dream't that a cowgirl gave him a mission
One dream't of a gymnast in all different positions
One could have sworn
Could have sworn his pinup girl appeared as lotus flower
What was he you wonder?
He was a pretty frisking flee
A flee trained in the dark art of lechery
Some passed out then awoke back to reality
As their thirst came they forgot their dreams
The captain said every man for themselves
Shouted forget the shared dream
All the faces on board changed
They tied up the captain to mask
What a magnificent mutiny
They all chose sides and gave the boat a little symmetry
A little symmetry as they glared at each other
Glared at each other from different angles
From different angles similar to a isosceles
But one by one they were gone
As the shipped rocked overboard they were flung
The captain was the only living survivor on the open sea
Nailed to the cross with a mind consumed by lunacy
Its true what they say about jungle fever
Some sailors were lost in the head
Some sailor minds are preoccupied by the other kind
They will never achieve
Little did the captain know he would be dead soon
No albatross in sight
He knew he was near doom
It became a hard pill to swallow
but he knew
He knew everything in this worlds a conspiracy
As he lay dead in a sea of blood
He lay with a smile as he didn't die on the mask hung
There's no life left on the open seas
What graphic imagery
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