In The Pacific

billowy black smoke
rising from the turds
of steaming ocean pots
the ocean
with its shimmering lumps
of saltwater pudding
moving to and fro
from horizon
to horizon
the big heavy moving object
the object of our tear
moves aimlessly on course
through this shimmering
lumpy sea
a lumpy sea of moving curds
of jello frothy blue green pie
Smile!
the gulls they know
the fish they see
what rinky dink perils
us crude pirates flee
we three
you and me
and the fathom large bottomless hanky pank zoo
of epitome spitting and pantyless crew