After we entered the Bermuda Triangle
and disappeared
into the mist
any hope of finding us
was crossed off
the list.
Our crew drifted f0rever
without a wind
or a tide.
Surely our lord and savior
was no longer
on our side.
Fresh water
and food
was in short supply.
As sailors
we took an oath
this was the only way to die.
The captain was a ladies man
and if I remember
the report
that he left behind
a broken heart
at every port.
The devil now took over
the madness
in his eyes
and the captain was not one
for telling us
lies.
His only thoughts
at this moment
was preying upon the weak
by betraying his manhood
and turning
to the other cheek.
He hollered
"Men, you've served me well
as a most faithful crew
but I'm desperate
and lost
and know not what to do.
So if the compass is broke
with no destination
on this ship
there's not one asshole
safe
on this godforsaken ship!"
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