The Ship

The Ship

Sitting in my office reading a book,
thinking it’s time to learn how to cook,
and maybe learn how to write some lines that have a strong hook.
I notice my reflection in a mirror, I hate how I look.

My mind likes to drift off so I tend to ramble on.
It can go on all night, even until dawn.
It would be nice to have a pet fawn,
and maybe a best friend named Shawn.
But having just a white friend makes me racist, so I need a friend named Hassan,
who’s an executive at the company Exxon.
An Arab who works in the oil industry how appropriate!
Maybe if I get published this will cause a riot
in the Arab world where they are all offended
by every single joke because they can’t comprehend it.

I’m bought back to reality by the screams of my people.
Even by the ones who I consider to be weasels.
I get up from my chair to go investigate the screams.
I step outside into a strong breeze.
It’s a bad night to be out on the open sea,
but the hell with that I’m living my dream.

I’m grabbed by a man who’s overcome with panic.
He tells me something I can’t make out because he’s frantic.
The look on his face tells me it has to be tragic.
I tell him to repeat what he said but in English not Spanish.

He says the ship is taking on water and will sink!
Words that hit me hard and nearly drop me with a vicious sting.
My ship is soon to be extinct,
along with I and my once hot fling.

I nod my head and tell him to get off the ship,
And apologize for not having a crises script.
I go to my bedroom to find my love,
      where I intend to break the news to her of what must be done.      

She greets me at the door asking about what’s going on.
I ask her to take a seat and to please remain calm.
I tell her the ship is sinking like the religion of Islam,
then wait for her to respond.

She gives me a look that asks what are we doing to do?
I tell her our death is safe to assume.
Saying anything otherwise changes the mood.
It’s a move she does not approve.

I hold her tight; kiss her passionately on the lips,
tell her, right now, outside is a lunar eclipse.
We will make love e last time under the eclipse here on the ship.
With that said, we begin to strip.

I tell her I will love her forever even after we die.
I look her right in the eye, tell her this is not a goodbye.
We will soon be in peace on the other side.
It amazes me how fast time flies.

She smiles at me and gives me a kiss.
I push her on the bed and mount her in bliss.
The windows shatter around us as water pours in.
We leave this planet providing each other with one final grin.