Titanic

I rearrange chairs on this sinking ship daily,
And as she surely blows,
An unmatched sock clings to my frock,
And milk comes out my nose.

And I don't know about Paul,
Or Ringo,
Or any of them other 'pistles,
Or 'postles as the case may be,
And whether they had thistles to eat,
But, for me, dying daily comes easy.

-jenn long