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[ SN ] Sea Gives Me Crabs
Another night and day gone by
without accident or men lost at sea
and for that, to the Lord above
we give our thanks
Time to haul up more steeled traps
jockey Fool's Gold in wheeled carts
dumping our King Crab'alanches
into bottomless tanks
Ocean surging over railing
splashing on deck;
hardly gentle laps
as Poseidon winds up
to deliver more salted slaps
How it stings!
the lacerations of every callused hand
belonging to Greenhorn or Veteran
washes away my rubber duckied men
But, what the heck!
We don't expect anything less
when that crusty old bastard sings---
spits his white caps in raps fast and furious
attacks leaving us cold, tired, hungry
delirious
Bering Sea wind gettin' nautical
blowing vicious in these here parts
Old Glory tattered on the bow
whipped northeast in rapid fire farts
Heartless beast pummeling
numbing faces across the fleet
Prayers for weather breaks
or in the very least
a pair of dry shoes
But, what the heck!
That's the life we choose!
Fishing for the Reds and Blues!
No time now to hoist a brand new flag
when a dry cigarette can be had
Wishing to doze for five more minutes
Better yet, make it ten
Just long enough to dream
of topless dancing girls named
Desiree, Candy or Cinnamon;
But, what the heck!
For the next thirty-six hours
let the sea be your woman---
may she give us crabs o plenty
Now, get suited up---
---all hands on deck!
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