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Apr 2022
Lost Sailing
The boat sails this way and that
Round around the waters
Lost its rudder a while ago

Like a person with no eyes
Going about by feel alone
Wondering how it happened?
Up **** creek no **** paddle
These things happen like life

Made in Red China kaput
Low quality crap made bad
Mass produced ****
Sold to us by the CCP turtles

Like the boat going round
But that's fine the crew
Tho minus a rudder
Are drinking a dozen beers

No cares for this world
Or the next sailing there
In a rudderless boat
Is the boat on the Styx

Also without a rudder?
And made by the Chinese?
What does the ferryman think?
All fine as long as you pay

Coins on a dead person's eye
Chinese currency refused
nick armbrister
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nick armbrister  122/Two-Spirit/earth
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