sailin' the seas of cheese
with no nautical degree
just a 99 cent arizona black and white iced tea
and a map to happenstance
formerly known as happyland
but i'm leagues above direction
let the chips fall where they may
i'd prefer to stand: thank you
admiral of a cattywampus
anti-pompous paradigm
shift sail from starboard bow
to port side
then revert
like landing fakie to pivot outta backside boardslide
suckers swab decks with their ipods bumpin bieber
then retire to the the poop deck and proceed
to bump beavers
i'll climb atop the mast amidst a storm
yell land ahoy
and watch land lovers catch fevers
everyone looking to wilson for closure
but there won't be any reasoning
until the vessel flips over
a blunt for red october would be protocol, naturally
captain and commander
non-submarine screen-door logic
the craft isn't named sean hannity