So Sad

So sad the minds that melt into lies

For vanity bolsters one-sided thought.

Stay the course the Captain cries

But she'll hit the rocks, more likely as not.

To the Starboard, some Hands are drifting

As those to Port see the ship in a List

Those Amid-ship are confused by two Captains

So the mutinous ship gets lost in a mist.

"If we are to right this craft," One Captain yells.

"The gold must be moved, mid-ship, with haste."

But the second Captain could not decide

So the craft just sank. God what a waist.

JE Falcon

02-2021