Sea Soup.

Mist and murk flows
through the air.
Smell it
keeping the unshaven
from coming into harbor.

The captain gripes and lights his pipe:
Curse the pirates and the fog
keeping me from sea.
I'm bound for Egypt
and South Africa
but Somalians are after me.

Captain John has been long gone
For weeks at a time
His ship's been on
the salty brine
near the cape of hope.

Sing a tune for luck
Sing a tune for me
I've got a plan to sail away
and fly free.