Making My Own Mistakes

My laugh is violent.
Harsh bark,
followed by quiet.
Silence,
this ripping, this tearing,
this horrid cacophony,
its unique,
'cause it belongs to me,
the result of lack of modesty,
of honesty.
Who cares what I think?
you can't ask the ship to sink
you have to smash holes in everything,
and hope the life boat's ready,
and that the prow holds steady,
'cause a laugh can't take you,
back to safety,
you'll just have to take it
---like a champ,
if you wanna make it.