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Pablo’s Lament
By: Rabindranath A. Bhose
Pablo’s Lament
By: Rabindranath A. Bhose
With every passing day,
I find myself more bitter.
And needless now to say
The customers get shitter.
Tiny charts her reckless course,
Boa whispers in her ear,
Of bad advice - an endless source,
The rest of us are left to fear
Our path through the water
Our journey at sea.
The Captain Log’s author
Less canny than me.
When Joeyina comes in
And envelops us all
With thunderclaps, lightning
And dramatic rainfall
Maybe then we can all
Get a decent night’s sleep
As the customers bawl
And the open decks weep.
When the skies open up
I can lick my bar clean
Oh so empty my cup
But at least it will gleam
There is nothing for me
On this God awful ship
To Joeyina I plea:
With your force make it flip.
Into sunnier times
Where we swim wild and free
The clock’s hourly chimes
Muffled flat by the sea.
A familiar hum
And intertwined necks
To my ears it will come
‘Til they no longer flex
Until then I must toil
As Hobby drones on
And my blood will still boil
Until curtains are drawn.
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