I feel like a Man of War
The British navy.
White sails above blue seas
That ruled the waves. At
Trafalgar, a bloody defeat,
Of the French and Spanish fleet.
But I’m decrepit, insanity prevails.
Truth be known,
Ain’t no wind in my sails.
Where the wind comes from
And goes to, I haven’t a clue.
Yet it blesses the chosen few.
A Man of War I am vicariously.
The wind howls through the chasm
Where my brain used to be.
A chosen one I guess I’m not
Suck it up sailor, and
Accept your lot.
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