Boaters Guide To Life

We've all grown accostomed
to the sea legs the plantet gives us
from spinning like
a universal tireswing on a cruise ship
yes we got all the gingerale in the world
to keep our tummies down
like commerce and politics
art and emotion
so when we feel like going over
it isnt a hard way down

you look so nifty in your sailor suit
standing by yourself in perfect form
but you got a lot of lunch on your clothes
gingerale and all
you could conquor the top of the boat
and master that bastard tire swing
but youd cry at the next porceline alter
that gave you the time of day

and i can be your dremamine
make your dream until you're past the storm
but even i cant knock you out
although i try to make the trip a pleasant ride
and though i can roll with the punches
let you heat me up to get me cold
because you like it like that
i sometimes wish the world
would just leave you alone