The captain seems to think that he’s a needed gent
While we’re still more concerned with where our moneys went
My stomach’s spent but I can’t eat live meat
The air is lacking gulls and it’s a windless night
We only murder ants who seem to know to bite
When all is bright we prove our names in paint
Lassadress the oxygen is clean
And Drakaless the hills a lively green
And don’t distress the coldest mess on earth
The stomach’s jumping in and out the throat again
The handkerchief has tripled weight and stinks of ten
Two fingers then for I’ve no time to waste
Basilisk the water’s sailing backwards
Pacifist the whites recite the black words
And dog forgives the shining kids of earth