Although we're on the same voyage,
We don't relate,
If it was possible I'd choose my own sail,
My worth is on a priority scale,
Puts me in the first class tire,
My hearth heats the floor real good,
My smoke puts your roof on fire,
Got the stargazing close and broad,
We talk to God and heaven is our abode,
Orchestras got us tango aboard,
Without the radar am off your grid,
It has been four days since I saw land,
Am ardent towards this masterpiece vessel,
It's titanic essence is less a charade,
It's unique structure is credible.
Checking my survival chances,
Money is an incentive harness,
My captain is my only liability,
On this midnight I will drown in the wetty's,
The maiden craves an extended bulkhead,
All hands will be on deck forgoing the practice on bed.
*47 iceberg, HVMP,109 yrs
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