(82) May 16, 2010: Steerage

STEERAGE

Hello there Captain Burton, Sir,
I never thought you’d stoop to this.
Why aren’t you topside wearing fur
And sipping bubbly, kiss by kiss,
With your propitious dilettante
Who surely knows just what you want?

I can’t believe you’d climb down here
Below the decks of decadence
To chew the fat and bend an ear
With all us bums-in-residence.
We tip our gallon jugs of rum
And take our women as they come.

D. Edgar Lamp

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