Ship of Drunken Fools
By Ablebody Peckawood
What say you to this ship of fools, buried at sea to conform on their
drunken sleep? Doomed to eternal slumber in a watery grave.
Left to reinact their death like a mindless slave. Over and over for all
eternity. Like a carnival act of misery.
On and on this ship can be seen in the setting sun.
The captain ignotantly flogging his crew and commanding by the gun.
As night falls they begin to pass the bottle. In the distance the
creature of the Deep is spotted and death will follow.
Dragging them to the deepest depths of the sea. Where they perform this
ritual endlessly.
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© 2006 Ablebody Peckawood