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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!         
   
 
Written by JohnnyBlaze
Published | Edited 27th Oct 2021
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