that I'm forced to chew
on broken glass
while you're at the helm
of your
seafaring vessel +
while I'm in the messhall
scrubbing the floor +
always
always
dreaming of more
you're catching fish
for her majesty
the queen
I dream
of being part of
that scene
living the life aquatic/
ultramarine
but I'm just a hopeless
no-fruit
tangerine
painted grey
for forever +
a day
painted grey for all
to see
how has this come
to be +
furthermore,
why me?
