When the Costa Concordia met with a reef, it was certain some lives would be lost. As she listed to starboard at eighty degrees, Her Captain was first to get off.
Captain Schettino was schmoozing some blonde when his ship began veering to shore. He was unwilling to go down on his ship,- The blonde? yes, but hold the encore.
It seems his chief waiter hails from the Isle, the Isle with the ship eating reef. They drew close to shore so he’d wave to his wife an excursion that beggars belief.
The Coast guard responders where shocked and amazed; They just couldn’t believe what they saw: The Cruise liner Captain, paddling furiously, beating women and children to shore.
Unlike Captain Smith, who stood at his post, hearing “ Nearer my God to thee.” The tune that Schettino will sing his bambinos is “Nearer to Shore take me!”
He’ll spend time in jail, but the punishment pales when compared to the scope of his sin This sailor has fallen from grace with the sea in his dreams let their screams never end.
A little Walt Whitman, a little Yukio Mishima A comic poem with a hard underlay of anger. The ship is the Costa Concordia