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Adrift at sea
Sun beating down
No wild for the sails
What a time to be care free
Rationed bread and water
Not a soul nor sound
Except the crew and their ales
Drunkards and their lone spotter
When first wind hits the deck
They will no longer bum around
But for now, the crew prevails
In giving chores a raincheck
Back against the mast
Vision eastbound
The First Mate listens to tales
Captain tell as sun fades fast
A tight necktie loosened
Guitar strumming so profound
A final tip of the scales
No longer Disillusioned