' FOUR SHEETS '
The sea smells of mutiny
No words need be spoken
Tis in the winds
One sheet to the wind
All is well
The ship rises and falls
On the swells
Aye!! The crew once
Loyal, now doubt
Drunkards, they try to hide
That which burns inside
Two sheets to the wind
I gauge their rage
Sit silently and ponder
Look upon the stars and the moon
Watching drunken shadows
I scoff as the sails luff
With now meaningless winds
Three sheets in the wind
They stagger unknowingly
Without cause amongst themselves
Like fools they
Breathe toxic fumes of lie and deceit
To the end of nothing
Four sheets to the wind
Unconscious spirits of the damned
Lie in waste
Aye!! Tis then me mates
Soberness prevails
Not in haste but that of reason
To quell this irony
Of delusional treason
Aye!! four sheets to the wind mates
Four sheets to the wind
By vrider
© 2008 vrider
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