Your boat is called “apocalypse” Dip a sail! Those who regulate the head Bite their tail. Maps are lost in hurricane of regress Your clothes are frazzled, still you navigate With having your crew oppressed
Pour some wine into your throat Stuff your gutts a little more While your avarice accumulates The poor multiply hundredfold
Your ship is called “capitalism” Anchor down! It runs for dear life on the wind of corruption Defective compass serves to your purpose But soon as sweat of sailors dries You’ll hit the bottom and go ashore
Make these oars never row. Dip a sail! Strike the masts! Send the boat to the sand!